Under the soothing comfort of the girl in green's gentle voice.
Gu Feng's frenzied emotions finally settled somewhat, but he was still like an ant on a hot pan, unable to find peace.
"Miss Haitang, that old bastard of mine must already know someone is pulling strings behind the scenes!"
He lowered his voice, his expression grim.
"Otherwise, how could he have just regained consciousness a few days ago, only to forbid us from visiting him as we pleased?!"
"He must know someone covets the position of Lineage head. It's just that his condition is too poor right now, so he's keeping it under wraps. But as his son, how could I fail to see through it!"
"Compared to Gu Yang, who can't keep even a couple taels of oil in his belly, I, the eldest son, am surely far more suspicious in his eyes!"
"Miss Haitang, what am I supposed to do now?"
"Back then, you were the one who urged me to go all the way and silence every alchemist who came to our door!"
The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, until his tone even carried accusation.
"I agreed too—so long as you could help me take the position of Lineage head, afterward I would hand eighty percent of the Gu Family's businesses over to the Ji Family!"
"If something happens to me now, then your Ji Family will...!"
Before he could finish, he saw Ji Haitang across from him looking at him with a faint, knowing smile.
Her gaze appeared calm and still, yet it made the rest of his words—"don't even dream of getting the Gu Family's businesses"—stick in his throat.
Only then did Ji Haitang lift her teacup, slowly blow across it, and softly ask,
"Fellow Daoist Gu, are you blaming me?"