If the news that his most beloved son was with his concubine got out, Zhang Chengfeng would become the topic of conversation at the dinner table.

There are indeed a lot of dirty things in big families, but they are all discussed behind closed doors. No one likes their family's private affairs to be spread widely.

Although Zhang Chengfeng was angry that his eldest son was with his concubine, he did not really want them both to die.

"You're disappointed."

Ji Yu said with certainty.

Zhang Chengfeng nodded in acknowledgment: "Yes, the heir I carefully cultivated chose to commit suicide just because I forcibly separated him from a woman."

"That's not the reason."

The door of the tea room was pushed open, and a fair-skinned, thin woman walked in with firm steps.

"Old Eight?"

Lao Ba walked up to Zhang Chengfeng and said word by word, "Zaizhou chose to commit suicide because he thought I was dead. She lied to him that I was dead. Zaizhou is a man who values ​​love. As his father, do you understand your son?"

Old Eight pointed at the Seventh Concubine lying on the ground, his eyes full of undisguised resentment. Then he thought of something, withdrew his hand, and his voice became low.

"After all, Zaizhou doesn't understand you as a father."

The son thought his father could do it, and the father thought his son was a weak person.

Ji Yu looked at Zhang Chengfeng, who had suddenly aged considerably. "Mr. Zhang, my calculations may be different from your understanding. While it's true that your son likes the Eighth Concubine, she didn't have any other feelings for your son back then. That meeting at Jinyuan was also because she wanted to persuade Zhang Zaizhou to forget some of his thoughts."

"Wait, so why did Lao Qi do this?"

The third brother asked in confusion, why did the seventh brother bring them to deliberately catch the eighth brother and Zaizhou together, and then deliberately tell Zhang Zaizhou that the eighth brother was killed, what was his purpose?

Ji Yu's eyes were complicated for a moment.

"Because the Seventh Concubine was in love with Zhang Zaizhou, and the Eighth Concubine and the Seventh Concubine's horoscopes were compatible, replacing her heart disease with the Eighth Concubine was the most suitable person. These two reasons led her to do these things."

In fact, the reason is very simple and can be found out with a little investigation, but everyone at that time was immersed in their own imagination.

"hiss."

Shen Tianchen shook his hands and whispered in Shen Baizhou's ear: "Uncle, what does Zhang Zaizhou look like? Is he handsome?"

Otherwise, how could he have relationships with so many concubines.

Shen Baizhou replied in annoyance: "It's just quite white."

The most lively Third stood up, walked around the Eighth, and asked worriedly, "Oh, so your sudden heart attack was because of the Seventh. Are you okay now?"

"It's okay. The curse she cast on me required me to stay away from her. Once I got close to her, the curse would disappear and she would be harmed. That's why she had a heart attack and fell off the shore into the lake."

"So that's how it is. If you look at it that way, didn't Old Seven kill himself? He deserved it."

"Yes, you deserve it."

"well."

Zhang Chengfeng closed his eyes and waved his hand, wanting everyone to leave. Director Feng stood up and said, "Old Zhang, I may have to take your son away."

Zhang Chengfeng opened his eyes, which had just been closed for a short while, with a sharp look in his eyes.

"What are you taking my son for? He didn't kill anyone."

"It's true he didn't kill anyone, but it's not the same for you to keep suppressing him like this. You could keep him in the seventh round. We have plenty of ways to keep him sane. It's strange that seven years have passed, your son has grown in strength, but he hasn't gone crazy."

There is a reason for this.

Shen Baizhou sat sideways and quickly thought of the opera he had just heard in Jinyuan. The voice sounded similar to that of the Eighth Concubine, so it was most likely her who sang it.

If Zhang Zaizhou hadn't listened to the Eighth Concubine's drama from time to time during the past seven years, he might have completely lost his mind.

Tsk, this love can sometimes drive people crazy, but sometimes it is like a panacea.

"Okay, take him away."

Zhang Chengfeng looked much older. He stood up, holding onto the table. Ji Yu saw him and said, "You should go and rest. It's your birthday party after all. As for your eldest son's seal, I will remove it."

"Can you break the dragon formation?"

In an instant, everyone around her turned their eyes to Ji Yu, making her wonder if she had said something wrong.

Shen Baizhou whispered in her ear, "The Dragon Trapping Formation is the Zhang family's unique skill, and it's a formation that's never passed down to outsiders. This formation has been passed down from ancient times, and currently no one except the Zhang family can use it. I just recognized it."

Ji Yu chuckled awkwardly, his voice unconsciously getting louder.

"So it's the Dragon Trapping Formation. The name sounds very powerful, so I definitely don't know how to solve it. Master Zhang, you should do it yourself."

It turned out that they didn't know what kind of formation it was. The Zhang family breathed a sigh of relief and went out to break the seal.

Seeing that most people had left, Ji Yu asked in a low voice: "What unique skills do your families have? If possible, give me a list and I will treat you to a meal."

"Boss Ji, what do you know? Can you teach me?"

Ji Yu glanced at the other person, grabbed his hand and felt his bones carefully, then nodded and said, "Deal, from now on you call me Master."

"ah?"

Shen Baizhou watched Ji Yu leave and shouted, "Hey, I was just kidding. I'm older than you!"

After coming out of the tea room, Wang Zihao stepped forward to stabilize the situation and the birthday banquet continued.

What was announced to the outside world was that the murderous ghost had been subdued by Director Feng and Senior Zhang, and some matters concerning the Zhang family had to be buried in the teahouse.

Both of his concubines had relationships with his eldest son, but if he told others about the real reason, no one would care, but would exaggerate it and make a fuss about it.

"Miss Ji."

Ji Yu turned and walked to a corridor. There was almost no one there, and only one lantern was lit.

"This is what you wanted. Zaizhou and I are very grateful for your help."

"No need to thank me, just take what you need."

The eighth concubine wrapped the thing in cloth and handed it to Ji Yu. After seeing that he put it away, she took out a notebook.

"Ms. Ji, this contains all of her contact records from these years. I asked my senior to find a way to get them. I don't know if the person who originally told her to replace the heart attack curse is among them."

"Thank you."

Ji Yu put the notebook away. When he was telling the fortune for the seventh concubine just now, he knew that the other party was not communicating by phone, so this notebook was probably useless. But after all, it was the other party's intention, so it didn't hurt to keep it.

"By the way, what are you going to do next?"

The other party smiled shyly, his tone filled with joy: "Mr. Zhang is willing to let me go. After that, I should follow Zaizhou to the seventh game."