"Who have you met recently?" Old Master Song's face suddenly turned cold and gloomy.
The look in his eyes when he looked at Song Biao seemed to be filled with poison.
Song Biao smiled and said, "I went to see Master Whispering."
Old Master Song narrowed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. After a moment, he quickly came to terms with the situation. "So, you're questioning everything I do as the head of the Song family? You have to understand that in this position, being arbitrary and ruthless is a given. It's all about making the Song family flourish and ensuring it never fails."
Song Biao stared at him, gritting his teeth.
How could my father speak so nicely without a trace of guilt?
"Dad is right, but not only are you getting old, we are also getting old, so when can you give me this position?" Song Biao stared at him.
Mr. Song was very dissatisfied.
This feels like forcing a palace.
"What? Blame me for being so uncertain? Look for the reasons within yourself. Do you think you're suitable? Look at what your own little family has become!"
He hinted at Song Yang's matter.
Song Biao raised his lip, "It doesn't matter whether he is or not, but Father keeps me hanging. Isn't that unfair? If you think I'm not suitable, then tell me earlier. I can stop trying so hard. Fighting with two idiots all day makes me look cheap."
Mr. Song's face was gloomy.
It’s not that he thought what Song Biao said was wrong, but Song Biao’s attitude made him angry.
How dare this bastard talk to him like that!
"Your brothers don't have abilities, but they have flesh and blood. What about you? You gave birth to so many, but none of them are useful! If you want to force the emperor to abdicate now, forget it!"
"In my eyes, character is more important than ability. If you don't want to be the leader, you can resign. Don't think that ability is so great! The Song family can't survive without you."
Mr. Song's face turned red with anger.
Song Biao still stared at Old Man Song with an expressionless face, a smug smile on his lips.
He understood.
What he said just now was actually a test from him.
After learning from Yang Yuan in the morning that Mr. Song was making things difficult for him and also vaguely mentioned Song Yang's affairs, he had been confused and thinking.
His father had always trained him as his successor, keeping him on the hook while encouraging him. He tolerated his temper and little personality, and turned a blind eye to it.
But today's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees.
It seemed as if he had become a disposable puppet.
Why doesn’t it work now?
He couldn't believe that his father, who was so devoted to following the ancestral teachings, would hand over the family business to his two foolish brothers!
Therefore, something must have happened here, something that can change his current status.
The two brothers are incompetent and cannot be relied upon.
He is not favored either.
Then, who else in the Song family can take the position?
An inexplicable idea came to Song Biao's mind.
Could it be that my father has an illegitimate child outside?
No, the resources for illegitimate children raised outside are not like theirs, and even if they have such resources, they can still raise two wastes. How is it possible that an illegitimate child can inherit the Song family's property?
This idea does not hold true.
Could it be that...
Song Biao finally frowned.
Father found the spirit fetus again?
Does my father feel that he can stand up again?
Combining this with what Yang Yuan had said, Song Biao felt more and more that this was possible.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at his father with a complicated look.
Father, you are so selfish and tyrannical. You have been holding this position for so long.
The father and son were fighting silently. At this moment, the old housekeeper came back from outside. He didn't look very good and seemed a little anxious.
"Master."
The old butler has been with Mr. Song for decades, and every expression on their faces can be known to the other.
Old Master Song frowned, feeling a bad premonition.
"Okay, if you're alright, go ahead. I can forgive what happened today, but don't be so arrogant and rude in the future!"
He ordered them to leave.
Song Biao stood up and looked at the old butler.
After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and walked outside.
The old housekeeper came to Old Master Song and whispered, "Master Qingyu has passed away, and his disciples in the Taoist temple have all been dismissed. The Taoist temple is now extremely deserted, as if no one has lived there for hundreds of years."
"What!" Old Master Song widened his eyes.
He shook his hands tightly, feeling resentful.
"Master Qingyu is the master I trust the most. Who else can I go to now?" Old Master Song felt it was a difficult situation.
He has waited so long, he can't give up.
"Go look for someone in the circle right now. No, I don't trust anyone else."
The spiritual fetus is extremely tempting to masters.
If those masters who have never used it see the spiritual fetus and keep it for themselves, wouldn’t they be at a loss?
Mr. Song pondered for a moment before saying, "No need to look for anyone. I'll handle this myself. Send someone to monitor Song Xin'er and bring her here."
The old butler looked solemn and nodded in agreement.
After the old housekeeper left, Mr. Song came to the study on the second floor with his crutches.
He opened a secret compartment inside and took out many talismans.
These talismans were given to me by the young master's master.
So that if the plan fails, you can try again.
Master Qingyu's master said that although the formation here is not perfect, there is a 70% chance that the spiritual energy of the spirit fetus can be taken away without the spirit fetus noticing.
As long as you succeed, you can live longer and have a much better physique than ordinary people, instead of having brittle bones like an old man.
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