They were all top-ranking officials in the imperial court.

After the memorial service, Zhou Shaoyu and his entourage were welcomed into the living room.

Zhou Shaoyu said to the Yin family patriarch and the Yin brothers, "The Duke has spent his life on the battlefield, serving the country and its people. In this campaign against Wei and foreign enemies, the Duke took the lead and made outstanding contributions. I have suggested to His Majesty that a temple be built for the Duke so that he may enjoy the incense offerings for generations."

The clan chief and Yin Jin'an were deeply moved and immediately knelt down to express their gratitude.

As they were talking, Duchess Song came over and said to Zhou Shaoyu, "Your Highness, the Duke has been dead for nearly two months, and the clan wishes to bury him as soon as possible. The successor has not yet been decided, and I would like to ask Your Highness to make the decision and select the successor so that we can break the basin in honor of the Duke."

The one who breaks the basin is the heir to the Duke's mantle, that is, the successor to the title.

The clan chief was also anxious, and following the clan's wishes, he recommended Yin Jin'an.

But Yin Jin'an refused.

"Forget about the title. If no one else will break the urn, I will!" Yin Jin'an said. "Once someone is gone, just give them a proper burial. If you didn't take good care of them while they were alive, what's the point of all those formalities after they're gone? It's meaningless!"

The clan leader had a headache. Was this even human language?

The title of Duke Xun was earned with his life, and he has sons, so why not inherit it?

Zhou Shaoyu looked at Madam Song calmly and asked, "What are your plans, Duchess?"

Madam Song said, "I wish my grandson to be a good match for Jiang Chengjue."

Her words caused the expressions of everyone else in the clan, including several of her aunts, to change.

Yin Xiushan's illegitimate son, Yin Youjun, knelt down and pleaded, "Didn't Mother promise me that I would inherit Father's mantle?"

Madam Song looked at him with disdain and scolded, "I only said I would consider it. Who agreed to your request? The Duke has a legitimate son. How could it be your turn, you lowly bastard?"

Yin Jin'an chuckled and said nonchalantly, "He's a bastard? Yin Shanjiang was also born from a concubine's belly, isn't he a bastard too?"

Madam Song glared angrily at Yin Jin'an and cursed, "You unfilial wretch, shut up!"

Yin Jin'an slowly pulled a letter from her pocket: "Father's last words—"

#Damn it, the title ends here. Whoever wants a title can earn it themselves!#