Hu Sifeng said, "Otherwise, do you think Third Uncle and Fourth Uncle would have joined forces to nominate me in the Lineage? For the first ten years, I'm destined to be doing someone else's work as Hall Master. Yiwen Pavilion has always been ruthless. If we don't move quickly, Yiwen Pavilion will soon be breathing down my neck."
Uncle Long sighed and said nothing more. He knew Hu Sifeng really had no choice. Great Lineages had their own internal conflicts. They might look splendid from the outside, but that only made everything more complicated and harder to handle.
Hu Sifeng patted Uncle Long on the shoulder. "Uncle Long, don't worry too much. The Hu Household may be a mess on the inside, but at least we can put on a good show. Xia Bingzhong won't act rashly, so we have plenty of room to maneuver. I originally planned to get rid of that Sui fellow first, but it seems he knows how to play along. Whether he's genuinely cooperating or just pretending, as long as he can be useful to me, I'll let him stay and clear the way. Once I've freed up my hands a little, I can deal with him then."
While Hu Sifeng and Uncle Long were discussing their plans, Huang Mei started grumbling again. Xu Yi's meek, underling-like performance in front of Hu Sifeng had really rubbed him the wrong way.
"Even if you're planning to play the pig to eat the tiger, there's no need to stoop this low, is there? I can't stand that fawning look on your face."
"When you're under a low roof, you have no choice but to bow your head. Whether you can stand it or not, you'll get used to it eventually."
"Eventually? Why don't you hurry up and