After Su Yan finished speaking, she looked at Yuan Zimi.

Blink your eyes.

"These dishes are all here, but you don't seem to like any of them."

After saying that, she stopped looking at him and started eating her own food.

She spoke very softly, but the room was so quiet, and everyone was watching her because of her earlier statement that "the capable should take the lead."

When she said those words, others naturally discerned a deeper meaning.

Yuan Zimi raised her hand, signaling the messenger behind her to leave.

Then, a smile curved his thin, cool lips as he looked at Su Yan.

"Why do you say that, Miss Peony?"

Su Yan looked at him very seriously.

"You haven't touched any of these dishes, does that mean you don't like them?"

Yuan Zimi was taken aback.

He opened his mouth

"The capable shall occupy the position."

He was indicating to her that he wasn't asking about the dish, but about the question.

Su Yan put down her chopsticks.

She tugged at the mink vest she was wearing.

"In an era of warlordism, the weak are the ones who get cut down."

It doesn't matter who becomes the leader; what matters is who survives.

Otherwise, in less than ten years, the Yuan family will be gone, and who will remember them?

In such a chaotic era, what matters is being able to annex other separatists and become the winner.

Naturally, the judgment should be based on the ability of the individual.

What does it matter if he is a legitimate son or not, or whether they are related or not?

When you die, your enemies won't care whether you're with your loved ones or not.

The most important thing is to survive in this chaos.

Yuan Zimi raised an eyebrow, not expecting the singer to say something like that.

It seems that she has been surprising him ever since yesterday.

He swallowed hard and laughed.

"Miss Peony is so insightful, it's a pity she's a singer."

As they spoke, he noticed that the woman didn't have a strong perfume smell, but rather a milky fragrance.

It looks like it was soaked in milk candy.

Yuan Zixin slammed his hand on the table and stood up angrily.

"You, you're talking complete nonsense!"

This time, however, the movement was more exaggerated, as if the wound had been aggravated.

He winced in pain, staggered back a step, and slumped into a chair.

"Xin'er!"

One of the concubines immediately stood up and spoke, walking over to Yuan Zixin's side.

"Quickly, go and call the doctor."

Her eyes were filled with tears, and she was heartbroken.

Then they saw a large patch of blood seeping out from Yuan Zixin's abdomen.

"Ah, it's bleeding!"

An older woman standing nearby exclaimed in surprise.

The scene immediately became even more chaotic.

The concubine holding Yuan Zixin glared angrily at Yuan Zimi with tears in her eyes.

"Are you satisfied now?!"

Su Yan was puzzled

"Satisfied with what?"

He got hurt because he was stupid and always caused trouble.

The wound has reopened because he was too excited and made large movements.

He's lying on the ground in real pain, but he's faking it.

He was stabbed yesterday, but he ran over a hundred meters with his wound still in his hand; he wouldn't pass out so easily.

As soon as she finished speaking, the concubine stood up abruptly.

"you!"

Her bright red fingernails pointed at Su Yan, glaring angrily.

"You, get out!!"

Su Yan nodded

"Then, goodbye."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out.

Xiaohua whispered

"Host, uh... Xiaohua thought your tone was a bit harsh just now."

Su Yan thought about it carefully for a while.

"Maybe."

"Host, you haven't forgotten that your power hasn't been restored yet, have you?"

"I haven't forgotten."

"The host used to be a very quiet person~~"

The previous hosts, even if they knew these things, would not get involved if they were unrelated to them.

In the host's words, that's someone else's business, and it's not good for her to meddle.

What happened this time?

After a long while, Su Yan slowly...

"I just don't like it when people criticize him in that disgusted tone."