The Duke of Netherworld's family had even fewer—only three pieces.
Two of them had been passed down from generation to generation and could only be reassigned by the clan head after the previous holder passed away naturally.
The remaining one had been acquired by the Duke of Netherworld through every possible means and was prepared for the next clan head.
The Duke of Netherworld silently stepped aside. Ye Han was not his son-in-law, even if they were tied to the imperial family by shared interests.
As for raising an Imperial Son-in-law, His Majesty could handle that himself!
Unlike the Duke of Netherworld, the Emperor could not simply stay aloof from a matter that did not concern him.
He could not help but glare fiercely at the War King. That old bastard had him pinned against the wall—he could neither retreat nor advance.
After all, the War King had already given a soul bone. As a future father-in-law and the ruler of an empire, shouldn't he offer something as well?
In the past, he could have given money or something similar.
But with the Old War King's soul bone setting the precedent, could money possibly be presentable?
He rubbed his forehead with a headache, then waved his hand. "I have my own considerations regarding this matter. Zhirou, you may leave first. Oh, the Old Ancestor will be returning soon. When the time comes, bring him into the palace. The Old Ancestor and I will meet him together."
"Yes! Zhirou understands!"
With that, Dai Zhirou withdrew.
After she left, the Emperor repeated Dai Zhirou's words and told the two of them to keep it secret.
Though the words were the same, it was an entirely different matter when they came from him rather than Dai Zhirou.
The Duke of Netherworld and the