Xie Zheng's answer seemed somewhat contradictory, but Xie Nanzheng, Xie Ce, and Xie Wenyu-three generations of the family-all understood him perfectly. Those words had originated with Zhou Yi. Yan Huafeng had merely passed them along!
"Zhou Yi has gone too far! What right does he have to say that?" Xie Wenyu could not help snapping angrily.
Exactly. His cousin Xie Chenglin's stabbing was, at its core, a matter between the Xie Family and Qin Chuan, the assailant. Who the hell was Zhou Yi? What gave him the right to interfere? He had even "suggested" that their family and Qin Chuan reach a mutual understanding and settle the matter. His arrogance knew no bounds!
Xie Ce frowned as well. Looking at his second brother, he asked, "What are Yan Huafeng and Zheng Qisheng playing at?"
His resentment was understandable. Those two in Jiangnan had been far too ineffectual in their handling of Xie Chenglin's case.
Back when they had been trying to drive Wei Siqi out of Jiangnan, the Xie Family had put in considerable effort. Without their help, Yan Huafeng might have had to wait another two years to take that crucial step upward. Nor could Zheng Qisheng have filled the vacancy and become governor of Jiangnan Province so smoothly.
Now, after nearly five years, were Yan Huafeng and Zheng Qisheng planning to forget what they owed them and snub the Xie Family? Were they going to stand aside and do nothing simply because they thought Zhou Yi was too dangerous to cross?
"If Yan Huafeng is willing to pass along Zhou Yi's words, do we really need to ask where he stands?" A cold smile appeared on Xie Nanzheng's aged face. At his age, with one foot already in the grave, what sort of fickleness had he not witnessed?