Fang Yun calmly watched Yun Ao, holding a riding whip in his right hand and toying with the Lake-Containing Shell in his left.
"I, Yun He, am still the head of the Cloud Family! A junior like you has no say here! That half of the Dragon-Pattern Rice Field rightfully belongs to Yun Fang!" Yun He declared.
Yun Ao raised the stack of documents again. "Eldest uncle, in other matters, you remain the family head. But the Dragon-Pattern Rice Field concerns the rise or fall of our lineage, and the elders have decided jointly. Your words carry no weight. Members of the Cloud Family, tell me-who has the final say now?"
"Yun Ao, of course! Our lineage's rules state that, provided there is no killing among family members or betrayal of the lineage, the elders have the right to temporarily strip the family head of his authority! If the family head insists on defying them, the lightest punishment is removal from his position, and the harsher punishment is expulsion from the lineage. If he causes the Cloud Family great losses, he may be executed on the spot!" an elderly Academy Student of the Cloud Family shouted.
"Exactly! Every family has its rules, and every family's elders have authority! How could we let an outsider take half of something as important as dragon-pattern rice? I say giving him ten jin would be generous enough."
"Who knows what really happened? Perhaps Yun Fang killed Yun Jie and stole the map, but didn't dare enter the mountains alone, so he came to deceive the Cloud Family!"
"If you ask me, Family Head Yun was simply too honest and let this Yun Fang fool him!"
"Enough!" Yun He roared, drowning out every voice.
"Eldest uncle, you should think carefully about the consequences." Yun Ao