The soldier was also taken aback.

Yuan Zixin is actually right.

In terms of official rank, the Marshal was the highest.

However, in recent years, the Marshal Yuan has entrusted all these matters to the Young Marshal.

In their minds, it was practically tantamount to tacitly acknowledging that the young marshal was their superior.

Furthermore, the young marshal successfully doubled the Yuan family's warlord territory, and the Yuan general has yet to reclaim the young marshal's power.

This had been the case for so many years, so he didn't think much of it and simply handed the items over to the young marshal.

The soldier remained silent, watching Yuan Zimi and waiting for him to speak.

Yuan Zixin noticed that even after he finished speaking, this person was still watching Yuan Zimi's expression.

He was even angrier, barely suppressing his rage; his face was ashen.

"You've probably forgotten what this family name is, and what Yuan Zimi is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Marshal Yuan gave a cold snort.

"Zixin, sit down."

Zixin was still afraid of his father.

My chest heaved, but I finally sat down.

Even so, I was still indignant.

"Even if the Yuan family falls one day, it will still bear the Yuan surname. It's not up to you, the adopted son, to give orders!"

After he said that, the room fell silent.

This can be considered a secret.

Yuan Zimi was not Yuan Zhongguo's biological son.

However, not many people know about this. In the eyes of outsiders, Yuan Zimi and Yuan Zixin are both potential successors of the Yuan family.

However, Yuan Zimi's performance was simply too outstanding.

It has always been widely believed that Yuan Zimi will eventually take over the Yuan family business.

They all believed that only Yuan Zimi could shoulder the responsibility of leading the Yuan family.

Peony covered her mouth with a feather fan, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

Yuan Zimi was not actually Marshal Yuan's biological son.

So what about the future of the Yuan family...?

Peony had already made up her mind, and her beautiful eyes swept over Yuan Zixin.

Su Yan was eating, but when she saw Yuan Zimi arrive, she didn't eat a single bite.

She picked up her chopsticks and put something into Yuan Zimi's bowl.

Basically, everything she tasted that was delicious was now in Yuan Zimi's bowl.

Compared to the back-and-forth exchanges on the table.

Yuan Zimi's attention was entirely focused on the peony next to him.

kindness.

What is she doing?

Should I serve him some food?

The bowl was overflowing with food.

Or do they treat him like a dumping ground, throwing all sorts of things into him?

His eyelids were slightly raised, and his narrow eyes were extremely aggressive.

His gaze swept over Su Yan almost imperceptibly.

At this moment, Peony gently fanned herself with her feather fan and spoke with a smile.

"Everything in the Yuan family must be passed down through the Yuan family's bloodline."

As soon as she finished speaking, Peony's eyes swept over everyone present.

She was paying attention to everyone's movements.

After she said those words, Yuan Zixin's expression improved considerably, clearly indicating that she had struck a chord with him.

Because of the abdominal injury, coupled with the anger, he kept his right hand covering his abdomen.

Soon, Peony's gaze swept around and landed on Su Yan.

What does Miss Peony think?

Su Yan was putting something on Yuan Zimi's plate.

Pick it up once and see if he eats it.

He just squinted at her and didn't touch his chopsticks.

Su Yan paused for a moment, looked at the peony, and after a long while, she said...

"The capable shall occupy the position."

As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere, which had just improved a little because of Peony's words, immediately turned as cold as if it had been doused with cold water.