early morning.

Tu Ziming and the younger generation of the Tu family remained in the main hall of the front yard. Everyone was covered in blood, and everyone's eyes were filled with determination.

Some people were still gripping their knives tightly, the bloodstains on the blades already dried, and their hands trembling slightly.

Overnight, Tu Qianhu and the elders of his family were all killed, causing a huge commotion. Many people were watching Tu Ziming and his group from the courtyard outside the main hall, but sensing the murderous intent emanating from them, none of them dared to come in, only daring to discuss it from outside.

"Has Tu Ziming gone mad?"

"Can't you see? He's going to rebel!"

"With so few people, what makes him think he can rebel? I don't think he's rebelling; he's more like seeking revenge!"

"What grudge does he have against the head of the family?"

"Look, Grandpa Tu Guan is here!"

At this moment, an old man arrived with a group of middle-aged men and family guards. They showed no fear of Tu Ziming and his group and stormed into the hall.

"Tu Ziming, how dare you!" The old man strode up to Tu Ziming and roared, "You ungrateful bastard who has forgotten his ancestors!"

Tu Ziming sat in the main seat of the hall, coldly looking at the old man, and said, "Master Tu, I have done what I asked for. What do you want now?"

"Men, surround these bastards!" Tu Guan stepped back, and the guards behind him stepped forward, holding broadswords or short sticks, and surrounded Tu Ziming and the others in a fan shape.

Tu Ziming glanced at the guards, then looked at the middle-aged men surrounding Tu Guan, and finally fixed his gaze on Tu Guan's face.

Tu Guan's father had long since passed away. Although the old man killed last night did not have a father, the middle-aged men behind him were all descendants of the deceased old men. In the midst of the crowd's agitation, Tu Guan was pushed forward, simply because he was Tu Qianhu's cousin and the eldest brother in their generation of the family.

With the deaths of Tu Qianhu and the elders, he became the one with the highest status in the Tu family.

Seeing Tu Ziming's firm stance, Tu Guan, his beard trembling, said, "You've committed a heinous act, yet you show not a shred of remorse. Tu Ziming, your mother died early, and your father is a madman who drags the family down, but the family head still nurtured you with care and treated your father well. How could you bring yourself to do such a beastly thing?!"

"Cultivate carefully? Treat well?" Tu Ziming sneered, "Why did my mother die back then? Why did my father go mad? Tu Guan, are you sure you don't know the truth?"

Tu Guan frowned slightly. He had indeed heard some rumors back then, but he really didn't know the truth.

The old patriarch only valued his two sons, and his cousins ​​found it difficult to secure a good position in the family at that time.

Observing Tu Guan's expression, Tu Ziming stood up and retorted sharply, "It seems that even if you don't know the truth, you've heard some rumors."

Tu Ziming suddenly shouted, "Back then, it was Tu Wanhu who forcibly took my mother! It was Tu Qianhu who spread rumors that were detrimental to my mother, causing her to jump into a well and driving my father mad! What right does a despicable person who only knows how to protect his younger brother and acts unfairly have to be the head of the family?!"

Upon hearing this, a murmur of discussion arose outside the hall, clearly astounded by this long-buried secret.

The middle-aged men in the hall had even more complicated expressions. Although they had long been bound by their interests with the Tu Qianhu brothers, not many of them truly trusted them.

Perhaps Tu Qianhu's death was an opportunity for them, but Tu Ziming and the others in front of them were their father's killers.

Someone shouted, "This is just a feud between you and Tu Qianhu and Tu Wanhu, so why are you even targeting the elderly in your own family?!"

Tu Ziming raised his head and said, "They have long been of one mind with Tu Qianhu. It is meaningless to kill Tu Qianhu alone without getting rid of them."

“Tu Ziming, it’s obvious you’re trying to seize power!” Tu Guan pointed at Tu Ziming’s face.

Tu Ziming said frankly, "Yes, the Tu family should belong to all of us Tu family members, not just to those two brothers. I just want to make a change."

Tu Guanqi trembled with rage and roared, "You devil! Enough talk! Attack! Beat them all to death!"

Tu Ziming sneered and said, "If you beat us to death, the Tu family will belong to you, Tu Guan, right?"

Tu Guan turned to the side, raised his hand, and said, "What are you all standing there for? Make your move!!"

Just as the guards stepped forward, about to make their move, a group of armored soldiers surged in from outside.

Leading the group was Chai Xin, who had just become the Commandant of Jiangyang County, with Zhao Cheng leading Zhao Yan and Zhao Wu close behind.

Seeing this, Tu Ziming quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The cleanup is underway!

He immediately bowed and said, "Tu Ziming of the Tu family pays respects to Commandant Chai! Pays respects to the young Prime Minister!"

"Prefectural Commandant? Young Prime Minister??" Many people in the room had never seen Zhao Cheng and Chai Xin before, and they were all a little confused when they heard Tu Ziming address them.

What's going on?

Given the magnitude of the family event, it's understandable that the news couldn't be contained and attracted the attention of the prefectural magistrate.

But why is the young prime minister here too?

This is Jiangcheng, not Yanchuan. The young prime minister can't possibly manage things this far, can he?

Although many people didn't understand, Tu Guan immediately understood after seeing Tu Ziming's attitude towards Zhao Cheng.

I see,

Tu Ziming is just a knife...

Tu Guan stepped forward and quickly bowed, saying, "Tu Guan of the Tu family greets Lord Chai and the young prime minister."

Zhao Cheng smiled but didn't say anything. This time, Chai Xin was the leader, and he was just cooperating from the side.

The purpose of firewood is as a deterrent, but as for him...

Business people, of course, come to discuss business.

Meanwhile, Deng Fugui and Xu An went to the Lu family. Deng Fugui was in charge of intimidation, while Xu An was in charge of business negotiations.

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