Qin Yuan had thought keeping Qin Batian alive would be no difficult task, but the Ancestor's reminder sent a sudden jolt through him!
That's right! What have I been doing? Agreeing to let Qin Batian become a Qin Family disciple back then already hurt Wuyou once. If I really voiced that request just now, how would Wuyou feel? He would surely think that even his own grandfather had no regard for his feelings!
Regret filled Qin Yuan's eyes. Ah! How could I be so muddleheaded? If the Ancestor hadn't reminded me, I would probably have made another mistake that hurt Wuyou!
He shook his head and stopped concerning himself with whether Qin Batian lived or died!
Compared with his own grandson, what did even the Cangtian Tyrant Body matter?
Qin Wuyou, meanwhile, had no idea that Qin Taixu had already given Qin Yuan a dressing-down while he was speaking with Qin Yi.
But even if Qin Yuan had actually pleaded for Qin Batian, he would not have reacted strongly, much less grown estranged from his own grandfather over such minor matters.
After all, Qin Yuan had stepped down from his position as Qin Family Head and was now overseeing all the Qin Family's affairs. In that position, his first consideration whenever something arose would naturally be the Qin Family, not his personal feelings!
Thus, he would not judge Qin Yuan or his father, Qin Zhan, too harshly over such things.
In their positions, the lives of millions of Qin Family members rested on their shoulders, so they often had to make choices against their wishes.
For instance, Qin Wuyou had not actually cared about their decision to make Qin Batian the Imperial Scion back then.
After all, he had indeed been the one in the wrong.
He had willingly gone