One thing that made Zichuan Canxing feel better was that neither the ancestor nor this man opposed him becoming Chief Executive. Or rather, they simply did not care.
As long as he could become Chief Executive, everything else was negotiable.
As for the rest, he could ignore it all.
"Pass down the order. Send some people to follow Ning from a distance and keep her safe. As for anything else, leave it alone!"
"Yes!"
Yang Minghua was now the greatest obstacle in his path to power. The man was deeply calculating and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
Zichuan Ning's existence had always been a major problem for his control over the clan.
Whether as Zichuan Ning's uncle or as the current Chief Executive of the Zichuan Clan,
Zichuan Canxing would not allow Yang Minghua to harm her. It would be highly detrimental to his control of the clan.
Especially lately, Yang Minghua had been making frequent moves. To prevent him from lashing out in desperation, they still needed to strengthen the protection around Zichuan Ning.
But Zichuan Canxing was worrying for nothing. Yang Minghua's current focus was on the Far East Army.
He had never taken Zichuan Canxing seriously. In his eyes, his only opponent was Ge Yingxing.
As long as he seized control of the Far East Army, more than half of the clan's military authority would be in his hands.
Then, if he wanted to take the throne, all he had to do was launch a coup and overthrow the Zichuan Clan's rule.
Imperial Capital, Command Headquarters.
Yang Minghua handed a report of appointment to Di Lin. "Di Lin, don't disappoint me!"
Di Lin accepted the report respectfully with both hands and spoke in a solemn voice. "My lord! Di Lin will never betray your