Chapter 539 Successor Voting [1st Update]
Fu Liuying's tomb and the blank stele were both arranged by Fu Yunshen.
He bought this mountain specifically, and normally all entrances are completely sealed off, strictly prohibiting anyone from entering.
Shanghai is not like the capital. There is no ancient martial arts community here. Ancient martial arts practitioners must obtain the approval of the Judicial Hall to come here.
Unlike in O continent, mercenaries cannot easily enter Shanghai. Even if a few hunters occasionally manage to sneak in, they will definitely not escape the IBI's investigation.
The military strength in Shanghai is very low, practically nonexistent; it's just a normal international city.
However, because of Herwin's previous kidnapping incident, Fu Yunshen became more vigilant.
He specifically ordered Licinius to bring in a team of senior agents from the IBI to guard the area around the mountain and ensure that no one could enter.
He would stay for a whole day and night every time he visited the graves.
Even though the wordless stele had developed a crack from the torrential rain, Fu Yunshen could spot it at a glance.
Not to mention, the soil around the tombstone had clearly been renovated.
Ying Zijing's phoenix eyes narrowed suddenly: "Those people?"
Her hand touched the grave, her eyes slightly closed.
Within a month, everything that had happened on the mountain came to light.
It rained a few times, but mostly it was sunny.
No one came up.
This proves that the incident occurred a month earlier.
However, Fu Liuying's tomb was not destroyed.
Her inner strength seeped into the soil, and she could feel that the coffin below was well placed.
Fu Yunshen gripped the tombstone, his voice deep and cold: "Immediately inquire with the agents in Shanghai whether anyone has come up the mountain in the past few months?"
Li Xini had never heard Fu Yunshen speak in such a cold and harsh tone before. He was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant: "Yes, sir."
He contacted all the agents in Shanghai as quickly as possible and relayed all the information he had gathered to Fu Yunshen.
None of the detectives found anyone going up the mountain; they all said everything was normal.
Fu Yunshen suppressed the surging violence within him. He raised his finger and stroked the turned soil. He paused, his peach blossom eyes narrowing.
He then saw some very light and faint incense ash.
The incense ash had clearly been cleaned up, but there were still some residues.
The soil was renovated because the incense ash hanging on it was removed.
Ying Zijing pressed down on his shoulder, her eyes darkening slightly: "Brother, don't worry, the tomb hasn't been disturbed."
“Yes, it’s not digging up a grave.” Fu Yun’s deep eyes surged with dark emotions, his voice low and hoarse, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s paying respects.”
Besides him, the only other person who knows that Fu Liuying is buried here is Old Master Fu.
Now that Grandpa Fu is gone, who will come to pay their respects?
Even Jiang Huaping didn't know where Fu Liuying's grave was.
Fu Yunshen silently removed all the light incense ash, his eyes growing even colder.
Suddenly, a blurry outline of a man appeared in his mind.
The word "father" never existed in Fu Yunshen's life.
He was thinking about avenging Fu Liuying, but he never thought about finding out who the man who was with Fu Liuying back then was.
Whether it was forced or not, the result was that Fu Liuying returned to Shanghai alone with her child.
But that man never appeared.
He abandoned Fu Liuying.
Fu Yunshen took the paper from Ying Zijin's hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and suddenly smiled, saying in a light tone, "No wonder I've been having nightmares again these past few days."
The events of twenty years ago still haunt me.
Ying Zijing looked up: "Have you guessed who it is?"
"Hmm." Fu Yunshen patted her head and smiled. "There's a 90% chance it's the man who abandoned my mother back then. What do you think he'd be doing here?"
If it were the person who killed Fu Liuying back then, they would indeed have torn up the tomb if they found out.
The phone rang at that moment.
[Li Xini]: Sir, this is a video taken by a drone. The video shows that two months ago, several people went up the mountain carrying fruit baskets and offerings. After staying for a day, they came down.
[Licinius]: Sir, do we need to send more men?
Fu Yunshen replied calmly.
No need; prioritize the safety of global citizens.
IBI's senior agents are all trained through multiple levels of training, and in addition to their combat skills, they have very strong investigative abilities.
Even they didn't realize that the newcomer was very strong.
Those who came to pay their respects consciously avoided being filmed by the drone, and did not even show their faces.
However, there was indeed no black skull symbol on their clothes.
The people in that faction are very arrogant; they either embroider their logo on their clothes or leave corresponding marks.
For example, the pieces of clothing left behind after the explosion at the University City of O.
Ying Zijing's gaze fell on the man in black who was leading the video.
The man's back view was imposing, and his steps were powerful.
It is clearly the pressure that has been accumulated by those in power over a long period of time.
She pondered for a moment: "Could it be him?"
After reviewing the video and confirming that the tomb had indeed not been damaged, Fu Yunshen spoke, his tone cool and indifferent: "I don't care."
She paused for a moment, then asked, "Yaoyao, do you still have the miniature camera that Babyface gave you?"
"Yes." Ying Zijin took a few out of her schoolbag.
Fu Yunshen took them and discreetly placed the two on the tombstone.
He squatted down again: "It's really not safe here anymore. I'm helping my mother move her grave."
Ying Zijin nodded, understanding: "The ancient martial arts world?"
"Hmm." Fu Yunshen made two more phone calls. "The ancient martial arts world is indeed the safest place."
There are no high-tech products inside, at most WIFI and signal transmitting devices, which are useless against hacking.
He turned his head, his peach blossom eyes curving upwards: "Yaoyao, can you help me calculate whether today is auspicious for moving a grave?"
There are indeed certain feng shui considerations when relocating graves, and he didn't want to disturb Fu Liuying.
Ying Zijing pondered for a while, narrowed her eyes, and calculated: "It's very suitable. Eleven o'clock at night is an auspicious time."
Fu Yun nodded, indicating that people should come up at this time.
**
Ying Zijing spent two more days with Grandpa Zhong in Shanghai before setting off back to the ancient martial arts world.
She helped Fu Yunshen choose an auspicious burial site and buried Fu Liuying there once again.
Upon returning to the Ye family, the head of the Ye family was cleaning up the mess.
Ye Ershu's faction was completely stripped of their internal energy and expelled from the Ye family.
The assets are currently being inventoried.
Ying Zijing paused for a moment, then went inside.
"Miss Ying." Ye Ling immediately went to greet the girl upon seeing her approach. "Miss Ying, are you alright?"
That day, Ying Zijin parted ways with her, but left Yunshan behind.
On her way back to the Ye family, Ye Ling was ambushed.
However, none of those ancient martial arts practitioners had cultivated for more than thirty years, so Yunshan could deal with them with ease.
They filled a sack and threw it directly in front of Uncle Ye's yard.
Uncle Ye never expected that not only would all the ancient martial arts practitioners he hired be lost, but he would also be so openly provoked.
Although Uncle Ye had always coveted the position of family head, he didn't actually have much power and only dared to act behind the scenes.
But once the matter is brought to light, their home will be raided.
The Ye family head showed no mercy whatsoever.
Ancient martial artists are known for their clean and efficient techniques.
"I'm fine." Ying Zijing shook her head slightly. She turned to look at Yunshan and gave him a rare compliment, "Well done."
Yunshan was overjoyed.
He immediately ran back into the house, took out the women's clothing he had bought, and compared it to himself.
His expression was very serious, and he didn't seem to be joking at all.
"Miss Ying, do you think this outfit suits me?"
Ying Zijing closed her eyes, said nothing, and turned to leave.
She was afraid that if she lingered for even a second longer, she would be unable to resist kicking Yunshan into a sack.
**
On the other side.
The Ji family.
Research Institute.
With the day of choosing an heir drawing ever closer, everyone in the Ji family is ready.
But inevitably, some people are filled with anxiety.
The Ji family has many factions, and whichever faction rises to power means that the opposing family will inevitably be suppressed.
At noon, the researchers came out of the laboratory and gathered in twos and threes to go to the cafeteria.
"Both Vice President Liu and Vice President Chen are prepared to vote for Wen Fengmian," a researcher said. "They say anyone can choose an heir, but ultimately it's the Ji family, so it's better not to give it to someone outside the family."
"Yes, it makes no difference to our own family, but it makes a huge difference to us."
"If Professor Yan hadn't been expelled from Imperial University, I might have voted for her."
Yan Ruoxue heard everything, her face turning cold.
Each researcher has one vote.
She has indeed lost many people's hearts these days.
If all the vice deans voted for Wen Fengmian, she really wouldn't be able to inherit the research institute.
Yan Ruoxue gave a cold laugh.
She entered the research institute and went straight to Vice President Xu's office.
“Vice Dean Xu,” Yan Ruoxue put down her bag, exuding elegance, “you should know why I’m here.”
Vice Dean Xu frowned, his tone indifferent: "I'm sorry, I don't know what Professor Yan means."
Chen Junxian sent a document to the Ji family regarding Yan Ruoxue's dismissal from Imperial University, and the entire research institute knew about it.
They didn't know what Yan Ruoxue had done, but being expelled from Imperial University couldn't be anything good.
“Vice Dean Xu, a smart person doesn’t need to play dumb,” Yan Ruoxue said calmly. “You have great authority in the inner courtyard, and the other vice deans all listen to you. You just need to vote for me along with them in the successor election.”
She lowered her voice: "If you vote for me, I will have Anhe invite a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to treat your wife and guarantee a cure."
Vice President Xu paused, then abruptly looked up: "Ancient medicine?"
Mrs. Xu was a member of the Ji family and a researcher. She had been exposed to radiation and was in poor health.
This is indeed a major concern for Vice President Xu.
“Vice Dean Xu, you should also know that although An He was expelled from Imperial University, she is still a member of the Dan Alliance.” Yan Ruoxue smiled faintly. “She naturally knows many ancient doctors.”
Vice Dean Xu remained silent.
Yan Ruoxue knew he was interested, so she didn't say anything more: "I'll wait for Vice President Xu's good news."
If she can get Vice Dean Xu's vote, the other researchers will also vote along with Vice Dean Xu.
Her position as heir is very secure.
Vice President Xu was indeed very tempted. After struggling with his thoughts for a while, he finally gave in to the ancient medicine approach.
But he couldn't get over his mental block, so he got up and went to the villa area.
This is the villa where Mrs. Ji's father lives.
After the old man recovered, he walked with a brisk pace and spent his days watering the flowers and taking walks.
Upon seeing Vice Dean Xu arrive, he put down the kettle and said, "Xiao Xu, you've come."
"Elders, I'm truly sorry." Vice Dean Xu pursed his lips and sighed, "I'm afraid I can't help you with the selection of a successor this time."
Hearing this, the old man frowned: "What's going on?"
Vice President Xu was promoted by him and is considered his confidant.
Over the years, it was Vice Dean Xu who secretly helped manage things a lot; otherwise, Ji Yihang and his wife would have been secretly harmed by Ji Yiyuan long ago.
"You know, my wife's illness... sigh." Vice Dean Xu didn't say much more. "I'm really sorry, Professor Yan said she can find an ancient doctor to cure my wife's illness."
The old man's face darkened.
He knew it was all related to Yan Ruoxue.
But ancient medicine?
"Ancient medicine?" The old man thought for a moment. "You only need ancient medicine?"
Vice Dean Xu was taken aback: "What do you mean by 'only need'?"
Are ancient doctors everywhere in Beijing these days?
Vice Dean Xu shook his head, thinking that this elder had lost his mind after retiring from the position of vice dean.
In the elite circles of the capital, the Ji family is indeed a cut above the Mu and Nie families.
But there's one thing it can't compare to.
The Ji family needs to consult with the ancient physician through their own lineage in the ancient martial arts world.
The Ji family forbids any communication between the Ji family and any families in the ancient martial arts or ancient medicine fields, in order to prevent the emergence of traitors.
Even the hospital director couldn't persuade the family to help invite the ancient doctor.
Anyway, he's almost at retirement age, and he doesn't even have the surname Ji. So who's in charge of the Ji family doesn't really affect him.
Then he would vote for Yan Ruoxue.
Vice President Xu stood up and said nothing more: "Elder, I'll be leaving now."
Happy March!
It's a new month, so I'm begging for everyone's guaranteed monthly votes for Ying Huang! I want to get on the monthly vote rankings =3=
I'll try my best to add more chapters for everyone!
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