"So that's how it is. No wonder Old Zhou said the Japanese haven't given up their evil intentions and might be making a comeback soon." Ling Xingyan put his hand on the chair and stood up: "What's your opinion on this matter?"
"What can I say?" Ye Xingchen raised an eyebrow: "The Japanese have been coveting China for a long time. I won't sit idly by. However, sometimes we need Xuan Yu Pavilion to provide some support."
"You are a specially appointed staff member of Xuan Yu Pavilion, so you can rest assured about that. We will keep an eye on the Japanese side. Do whatever you want to do." Ling Xingyan smiled slightly.
"However, Nico's predecessor was a biological warfare unit, and with the support of the Nine Chrysanthemums faction of the Japanese Feng Shui school, there will be many dangers. You should think carefully before getting involved in this matter."
"If I just abandon them, will the Japanese let me off the hook?" Ye Xingchen laughed: "My Xingchen Group has the Soul-Locking Pill, the Wound Ointment, and now a Cancer-Clearing Pill is under development."
"Which of these medicines isn't useful in both civilian and military applications? If war breaks out, the Soul-Locking Pill can save lives, and the Wound-Stopping Ointment can quickly stop bleeding and heal wounds, greatly reducing the casualty rate. How could they possibly let go of such good things?"
"I know that the Japanese have a plan. I don't know the specific name of the plan, but the main purpose of the plan is to enhance national strength at all costs."
Ling Xingyan frowned slightly: "From cutting-edge technology to civilian products and people's livelihoods, the Japanese will not let go of anything that is beneficial to development. According to you, your Xingqi Group will have a lot of trouble in the future."
"Yes, that's why I formed the Jiaolong team and established the anti-commercial espionage group for self-protection," Ye Xingchen complained. "These things should all be supported by Elder Ling."
"Putting aside your relationship with Ling Yan, you can't just sit idly by for the sake of the development of national enterprises."
"Alright, stop complaining. I'll find a way to support you if necessary." Old Master Ling glared at him. "Get lost if you have nothing to say. Ling Yan went back to Yanjing not long ago and isn't in Tianhai right now. I'm warning you, you'd better treat my granddaughter well in the future, or I won't let you off the hook, and neither will Old Master Ling."
"Also, take this." Elder Ling took out a bronze token and solemnly handed it to Ye Xingchen.
The token is entirely golden, with the character "玄" (xuan) engraved on the front and an image of nine dragons soaring into the sky on the back.
"The Mysterious Feather Token?" Ye Xingchen's expression changed slightly.
“That’s right. Apart from the Pavilion Master, only the Four Elders, the Eight Deacons, and the 36 Pseudo-Heavenly Realm experts of Xuan Yu Pavilion are qualified to hold this token. This thing can issue orders and mobilize battalion-level armed forces across the country. With it, you can save a lot of trouble.”
“However,” Boss Ling said, his face hardening, “you are not allowed to use it for any misdeeds.”
"I know," Ye Xingchen smiled, then awkwardly retreated.
"Stop." Old Ling suddenly called out to him: "You can sit idly by and ignore the affairs of the Japanese. We will also guarantee the development of your Star Group. You don't need to cause trouble for yourself."
"Elder Ling, I have these abilities, and I am also Chinese."
Ye Xingchen said seriously, "Ability is responsibility. If I don't do some things, who will?"
"The Japanese want to borrow the fate of my Chinese nation? They'll have to step over my dead body first."
"How can we stand idly by while these arrogant Japanese pirates, who are seven feet tall, act so brazenly?"
"Okay, okay, okay." Ling Xingyan said "okay" three times in a row, and waved his hand, saying, "Go ahead."
Ye Xingchen nodded and left.
Watching his retreating figure, Ling Xingyan murmured, "He looks just like me."
"Elder Ling, Elder Zhou has sent a message." Just then, a man with a straight posture came over and gave a military salute.
"How so?" Ling Xingyan's spirits lifted.
"He only gave me one letter." The man handed over a letter.
Ling Xingyan took the letter, opened the envelope, and saw that it contained a paternity test report.
The more they investigated Ye Xingchen's background, the more it matched the situation of Zhou Fuwen's missing grandson, so the two decided to take action.
Last time, Ling Yan pulled Ye Xingchen's hair and was taken back to Yanjing by Zhou Fuwen, who then secretly arranged for a paternity test between the two without telling his niece Xia Jingyi.
He stared intently at the last paragraph of the test results.
It clearly states: "Xia Jingyi's genotype matches the genetic requirements for being Ye Xingchen's biological mother, with a paternity rate of 99.999%."
"As expected, it's that child from the Ye family." Ling Xingyan's expression was one of shock.
"Back then, the disappearance of the Ye family's child caused quite a stir. Xia Jingyi searched for the child frantically for more than 20 years without any results. Unexpectedly, this child is actually here."
"Ye Jinyu, the youngest general of the Red Feather Army, has his ashes still hanging on the walls of Jinluo City. His family should not have ended like this."
Clutching the letter tightly, Ling Xingyan's eyes welled up slightly. He reached out and dialed Zhou Fuwen's number: "Old Zhou, what's next? Should we tell Jingyi?"
“Not for now. She has entered politics and is in charge of new energy and semiconductor technology research and development. She is at a critical stage of her career,” Zhou Fuwen said. “Meeting her now might affect her. So, I’ll find a way to get her to Tianhai so that she and her son can meet first.”
"Okay, do it your way."
Yanjing, the Xia Mansion.
The ancestors of the Xia family made great contributions to the country. The founding emperor personally wrote the three characters "Xia Gongfu" (Xia Family Mansion), which enabled the Xia family's great reputation to be passed down through generations.
In a quiet room, Zhou Fuwen and a woman sat facing each other.
The woman was in her forties. She had a beautiful and elegant face, a graceful figure, and a gentle beauty that carried an air of authority. Every gesture she made exuded elegance and nobility.
She is Ye Xingchen's mother, Xia Jingyi.
"Uncle Zhou, this trip to Tianhai has finally cured your old ailment, which is truly a cause for celebration," Xia Jingyi said with a smile. "You must be careful in the future."
"I'm fine. I met a young man there; he's quite remarkable despite his young age, and I'm very fortunate to have met him." Zhou Fuwen smiled, then asked, "Still no news of your father?"
"No." Xia Jingyi lowered her head, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, but she quickly returned to normal.
Twenty years in officialdom, all the way to the center of power, had long since cultivated a personality that did not show his emotions.
“It’s alright, good people are always blessed. But you, don’t put too much effort into your work. Go out for a walk and relax when you have time,” Zhou Fuwen said.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou. I'll go sometimes," Xia Jingyi said with a smile.
“Don’t always say you have time. I’m going to Tianhai too, so let’s go together.” Zhou Fuwen stood up. “Back then, you suffered from a heart condition because of that child. The young man who cured my leg has unparalleled medical skills.”
"Go find him; maybe he can cure your heart ailment."
"You said it yourself, it's a heart ailment. If it's a heart ailment, how can it be cured?" Xia Jingyi sighed softly.
"How will you know if you don't try?" Zhou Fuwen smiled slightly.
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