"The capital city has good feng shui, and Xihua City is no less so, so why are there so many self-righteous people here?" The old man slowly shook his head, his cloudy eyes full of sarcasm.

"Not entirely. The Gu family and the Ji family in Xihua City are both quite good. The Xie family's son is also alright." The young man sat directly opposite the old man, unlike the previous young man who had been so respectful to the old man.

Young people are more casual and disdainful.

"If she hadn't been punished at the time, making it inconvenient for her to come out, and if the others hadn't also been subject to restrictions, how could their positions have been shaken?" The young man slowly picked up a cup of tea and swirled it in his hand, seemingly squinting his eyes, with a hint of intoxication.

"So you think he went to the capital to die?" The old man poured himself a cup of tea.

“Not so,” the young man put down his teacup, stood up, and leaned slightly closer to him. “I bet he’ll be tormented to the point of wishing he were dead.”

Do they think they can act so recklessly just because they have people backing them up?

Don't you think about it carefully? Are those people really that simple?

The old man laughed heartily for a long time before stopping. "Make arrangements. There's a vacancy at the National Security Bureau. Send that girl from the Ji family there."

“You may be willing to help him, but there may be others who are willing to help the girl from the Ji family,” the young man said, not giving a definite answer.

"What do you know?" the old man asked, looking at the young man, whom he had raised since childhood but who had never been of one mind with him.

"The Mei family of the Pear Garden has a young master who has already reached adulthood and is in his prime. When he was seventeen or eighteen, he went on a tour of Xihua City." The young man's words seemed somewhat irrelevant to the question.

But the elderly people understood that the Ji family wanted to form a marriage alliance with the Mei family.

The Mei family is a family of Peking Opera performers; they do not engage in politics or the military.

The eldest son of this generation is the young master of the Peking Opera troupe "Zui Qing Feng," the second daughter is in business, and the other children have mostly learned various opera genres to contribute to the family's development.

Therefore, the Mei family has few connections in political, military, or even business circles.

Yet, many old men and women in the capital would go to Zui Qingfeng to watch plays. Whether it was an old lady or an old man, their plays were something that many people dreamed of.

This is why such a seemingly powerless family was able to establish itself firmly in the capital.

A few dark glints were hidden in the old man's cloudy eyes, something he hadn't expected.

The Mei family is just a small family, seemingly not to be feared, but it has countless connections with many families in the capital.

Moreover, the Ji family is the in-laws of the person at the very top.

"You take care of this matter first, and we'll discuss it later," the old man said decisively.

"Alright." The young man nodded, said nothing more, and left.

Only the elderly man remained, coming to the window and gazing into the distance through the glass.

Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.

The Beijing F4 gathered at Listen to the Wind Sing, Sheng Jingchen and Fu Mutian were shooting, Ye Lin was cheering, and only Shen Beian was sitting in a rattan chair.

"Beibei, come play with me." After a game, Fu Mutian strode over, grabbed the small wine jug on the table, and poured it straight into her mouth.

Sheng Jingchen strode over as well, but he didn't drink. He picked up a small teapot and took a couple of sips. "Why are you in such a bad mood? Who upset our Fifth Master Shen?"

Ye Lin also came over and made tea and poured wine for the two who were drenched in sweat. "There's only about a week left until New Year's Eve. Let's think of something happy to say goodbye to the old year and welcome the new."

He casually handed Shen Beian a plate of delicate snacks.

Shen Beian lay on the small table woven from vines. "It's nothing, you guys just have fun." He couldn't really explain this to them.

Sensing that Shen Bei'an wasn't very interested, Sheng Jingchen pulled up a rattan chair and sat down backwards. "The young masters of Xihua City have come to the capital and are currently staying at Yuxuan Pavilion. How about I go to Yuxuan Pavilion for a meal at noon today?"

Yuxuan Pavilion was similar to an ancient tavern, where one could have a meal or stay overnight.

"Several high-ranking officials in Jiangnan have been brought down, and four of the five famous young masters from Xihua City have arrived. A storm is brewing." Fu Mutian sat down beside them as well.

"A little tidbit, wanna hear it?" Ye Lin suddenly leaned closer and beckoned to the four of them.

"Come."

"Four of the five dukes from Xihua City have arrived, one of whom is called the Grand Duke of Nanheng." Ye Lin's sinister tone added an extra layer of eeriness to the otherwise prosperous and lush Qieting Fengyin.

Sheng Jingchen, chin in hand, said, “Grand Duke of Nanheng, Helian Yunbai, heir of the Helian family of Xihua City.” What a despicable person.

“Yes, that’s him!” Ye Lin nodded. “The Weisheng family once had a grandmother, do you know that?”

Shen Beian had no idea and shook his head.

Fu Mutian raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows. "The grandmother of the Weisheng family?" Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Is there such a person?

Sheng Jingchen suddenly opened his mouth, "The fifth grandmother of the Wei family, someone whose age isn't that much different from ours!"

The previous generation of the Weisheng family consisted of five people: four men and one woman. The eldest has passed away, and the second eldest is now in charge. The third eldest married the head of the Shi family, the fourth eldest is abroad, and the fifth eldest is the only woman among the five. It is said that she left the Weisheng family long ago and her whereabouts are still unknown.

"Yes, that's her!" Ye Lin nodded in agreement like a chick pecking at rice.

"Hasn't she already left the Weisheng family? And what is her relationship with the Grand Duke of Nanheng?" Fu Mutian asked, clearly knowing some things, but not many.

Shen Bei said he was completely bewildered and had no idea what they were saying.

"How can it not be related!" Ye Lin's eyes widened. "Do you know that this grandmother of the Weisheng family is the ex-wife of the Duke of Nanheng!" She revealed an incredibly shocking piece of news.

"What!" The other three were genuinely unaware of this matter!

Even Shen Beian snapped out of his daze. "Wait, what's going on? How come the grandmother of the Weisheng family, who left the family long ago, is the young master of the Helian family in Xihua City? What's going on here?"

Ye Lin calmly sipped some warm water. "This happened several years ago, and not only would other people not mention it, but even the Wei Sheng family wouldn't bring it up, let alone us. I only heard about it from my husband." As she said this, she looked at Shen Beian.

“Beibei, it seems that the grandmother of the Weisheng family was a classmate of my husband, so she should also be a classmate of the eldest son. I don’t know much, and my husband is unwilling to say. If you want to know, you might as well ask the eldest son. Don’t forget to let us know when you do.”

There was nothing she could do; she asked several times but the man wouldn't tell her. She knew there must be something shady going on behind the scenes. If it were just a simple marriage between two families, how could it have ended in divorce, with one party even leaving their family?

I'm really curious.

The four chatted and laughed, and neither Sheng Jingchen nor Shen Beian mentioned Fu Mutian's punishment. There was nothing to talk about about such a thing.

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Can you guess who this fifth grandmother of the Wei family is?