Anyang City, Ling Manor.
After being busy for an entire day and night, Ling Hongfeng returned to his bedroom and collapsed directly onto the couch.
The current head of the Ling Family was filled with regret.
He had once been the Ling Family's wastrel son, spending his days eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling without a care in the world. As a legitimate son, his allowance, combined with his mother's secret subsidies, had been more than enough for him to squander.
How had he suddenly let the devil cloud his mind and snatched his elder brother's position for himself?
Now, all the affairs of a great family had fallen onto Ling Hongfeng's shoulders, vexing him beyond endurance and leaving him with none of his former freedom or pleasure.
Take last night, for instance. The ancestral hall had suddenly caught fire, burning to death the clan uncle responsible for guarding it. Not only had the incident left him scrambling in panic, but he had also been berated until his head was drenched in blood by the elders of the clan.
Someone had even said to his face that compared to his wise and mighty elder brother, he was nothing but dregs!
Ling Hongfeng had nearly vomited blood on the spot.
He truly regretted it!
Over the past half year or so, let alone enjoying himself freely, he had barely slept a single peaceful night.
Every time he closed his eyes at night, Ling Hongfeng saw his elder brother coming for his life, drenched head to toe in blood. Then he saw his nephew wielding blade and sword, ready to hack him to death.
A guilty conscience had become a nightmare by now!
Yet the feeling of holding the family's great power in his hands made it impossible for him to let go.