Hearing Jiang Shoutian's repeated denials, Xu Zimo was in no hurry.
He merely watched the other man quietly.
Until Jiang Shoutian gradually calmed down.
He looked at Xu Zimo and asked, "What evidence do you have?"
"Father, when you ask me that, are you hoping I have evidence, or hoping I don't?" Xu Zimo countered.
Jiang Shoutian froze for a moment.
Naturally, he hoped there was no evidence.
Because if there was, then no matter which of his sons it was, he could not accept it.
So he fell silent for a while.
Originally, he had a bellyful of questions he wanted to ask Xu Zimo.
He had even developed a measure of resentment toward this eldest son.
But now, he could not bring himself to ask.
Because Xu Zimo's reasoning was sound.
If Xu Zimo produced evidence, there would be no easy way to settle this matter.
After all, no matter what choice he made, he was bound to offend one side.
So the best way to handle it was for Xu Zimo not to produce any evidence, while he pretended none of this had ever happened.
"Rui'er, you are blood brothers. I believe that in this world, there is no bond more important than true blood ties," Jiang Shoutian said.
Xu Zimo merely smiled and did not answer.
What blood brothers?
Even blood brothers had to settle their accounts clearly.
In ancient times, princes had fought until their heads were bloody for the position of heir.
And now, the position of Patrolling Heaven Clan Chief was equally brimming with temptation.
How many people could truly let it go?
If Xu Zimo were Jiang Shoutian, the best solution would be to thoroughly determine the heir and make everyone else give up their hopes.
And if the others were unwilling