"Why can't you two just get along properly?!"
Watching the two of them confront each other like needle against awl, Wang Yanghua felt quite the headache as well.
Wang Feiyun was considered an outstanding talent within the Lineage. At such a young age, he had already stepped into the Transcendent Realm. On Qi Nan Island, there were few who could be mentioned in the same breath as him, and within the Lineage, he was second only to his own daughter, Wang Mengyu.
Back then, he had wanted to arrange a marriage between the two. In truth, although Wang Feiyun called him uncle, their blood relation had long since passed beyond the fifth degree. Other than sharing the surname Wang, they were essentially unrelated.
The Wang Family was vast, and Wang Feiyun was a talent who had emerged from a branch line. As for distinctions between legitimate and concubine-born lines, they were practically nonexistent in the Wang Family. In this world where the weak were prey to the strong, such rules were necessary, but if they were clung to blindly, the Lineage would not be far from decline.
Distinctions between main and branch lines, between legitimate and concubine-born descendants—all had to step aside before absolute strength. They meant nothing; the prosperity of the Lineage was more important than anything.
Yet Wang Mengyu had never taken a liking to Wang Feiyun since childhood. Wang Feiyun had initially liked Wang Mengyu quite a bit, but after gradually noticing her attitude, he began to change as well. At some point, they had become this sharply opposed.
If they simply could not be brought together, then so be it. But these two, whom he regarded as the future pillars of the Wang Family, were so fiercely at odds that even he could not help but