CHAPTER 890: CHAPTER 890: A BUNCH OF PLAYBOYS ARE TRAUMATIZED

However, Zhang Jingtong’s faction has long coveted the position of Family Head. Recently, because his son was deemed useless by the Star Divination Masters, the various factions within the Zhang Family have been restless. Zhang Jingtong’s faction was especially active, so Zhang Chihua couldn’t be bothered with his life or death.

As long as he doesn’t care about Zhang Jingtong’s fate, then that document doesn’t need to weigh on his mind.

In the Capital, there are so many noble families, every family has a few unworthy descendants. If property could be seized with just one document, these noble families would have perished countless times over.

"Hehe, Young Master Zhang, you speak so lightly. You should take a good look, whose seal is on this document?" He Qingwei sneered.

If he hadn’t pointed it out, Zhang Chihua would not have noticed. Now that he mentioned it, Zhang Chihua saw that the document was clearly stamped with the Family Head’s seal.

Zhang Chihua secretly felt surprised and looked at Zhang Moyang with suspicion.

"The other day, the factions were causing such a disturbance that I had no energy to handle family affairs. Zhang Chengdong needed the seal, so I gave it to him, not expecting his precious grandson would use it in this way." Zhang Moyang smiled bitterly and said.

Upon hearing his father’s words, Zhang Chihua felt a sense of helplessness. He had seen the turmoil within the Zhang Family lately, it wasn’t that his father was unwilling to manage family affairs, but the various factions were too busy with power struggles, leaving Zhang Mo without the ability to intervene.

"That useless fool." Zhang Chihua cursed quietly. If Zhang Jingtong were here, he would have liked to slap him to death, but unfortunately, seeing the situation turn unfavorable, that guy had long disappeared, leaving them to clean up the mess.

"Patriarch Zhang, Young Master Zhang, this document has Zhang Jingtong’s signature and the Family Head’s seal as proof. You better hand over the deed to me quickly, otherwise things will get ugly and nobody will look good." He Qingwei laughed slyly.

Zhang Moyang and his son remained silent. Although they knew Zhang Jingtong had been set up, the document had the Family Head’s seal, meaning He Qingwei was in the right. No matter how much they wanted to deny it, they couldn’t.

Yet the Zhang Family was unlike the Eight Great Families, with few revenue-generating businesses. Losing this mine would definitely lead to financial straits in the days ahead. To just give it to He Qingwei was truly frustrating.

"He Qingwei, everyone knows the tricks you’re playing here. It’s one thing to cheat people out of several hundred thousand silver taels, but you actually want to seize another family’s property, it’s simply outrageous." Unable to tolerate any longer, Mu Zexian and others spoke up indignantly.

"Being a descendant of the Eight Great Families, playing such low tricks is disgraceful enough to ruin your ancestral name." Mu Zeran added.

Zhang Moyang, as the head of a family, treated them with politeness, which surprised these playboys and enhanced their goodwill towards the Zhang Family. Besides, being fellow playboys of the Capital, they had always disliked He Qingwei and his group, and seeing him cheat the Zhang Family with a worthless document gave rise to a shared sense of indignation.

"I wondered who it was, turns out it’s Eldest Young Master Mu Zexian. What, are you bored and meddling in business at the Zhang Family today?" He Qingwei glanced disdainfully at Mu Zexian and the others, mocking them.

In the past, he might have cared a bit about Mu Zexian and others, but now with Zhang Family members’ signatures on the document and Zhang Moyang’s seal as proof, he had the upper hand and completely disregarded Mu Zexian’s group.

Not to mention it’s just some Mu Family playboys, even if this matter went to the Emperor, they wouldn’t be at fault.

"He Qingwei, what did you say?" Mu Zexian’s face turned dark, glaring angrily at He Qingwei.

"What’s wrong, did I say something untrue? Does this matter involve you? I’m collecting my father’s debt, what business is it of yours? If you want to meddle, do it elsewhere, don’t come to us. Others may fear the Mu Family, but we don’t." He Qingwei rolled his eyes indifferently.

Mu Zexian, though angry, found himself at a loss for words because of He Qingwei’s retort.

Though they usually behaved arrogantly, it was only against ordinary family members. Facing He Qingwei and his group, they had no real basis for haughtiness.

Both being descendants of the Eight Great Families, equally playboys, equally uneducated, and similarly looked down upon by their own families, they were simply a bunch of incompetent noble family’s sons, none truly superior to the other.

If He Qingwei and his group were in the wrong, they might not have cared. But as it is, He Qingwei held the advantage, leaving them no legitimate reason to intervene.

"Lord Mu, I appreciate your kindness, but this is a Zhang Family matter. We’ll handle it ourselves," Zhang Moyang said with a resigned smile, acknowledging Mu Zexian and his group’s difficulty.

In truth, he was equally troubled. The document was clear as day, the Family Head’s seal was indisputable. Even knowing that Zhang Jingtong was deceived by He Qingwei’s group, the Zhang Family had no recourse except to give them the deed; there was no other option.

Alas, one crisis after another. Just as each family and faction finally settled down, another trouble arose! Zhang Moyang and Zhang Chihua sighed inwardly.

"This issue may not concern them, but it does involve me. I wonder if I’m qualified to interfere." Just as Zhang Moyang and his son were ready to accept their fate, and Mu Zexian’s group, though filled with righteous indignation, felt powerless, Han Yan’s voice sounded.

"Mu... Han Yan! Why is it you again?" Looking at Han Yan walking out from behind Zhang Moyang, He Qingwei swallowed hard, looking dismayed.

Because Zhang Moyang was tall, he hadn’t initially seen Han Yan standing behind him, but now that he did, he felt a headache coming.

"Ah, Young Master Mu is here too, what a coincidence." Seeing Han Yan, Song Zhe forced a dry laugh, feeling his scalp tingle.

Changsun Feihong and others exchanged glances, all feeling equally troubled.

At the sight of Han Yan, their instinct was almost to turn and flee, but the allure of the refined iron mine made them unwilling to leave, forcing them to stay despite discomfort.

"Indeed, what a coincidence. I didn’t expect to see you all again so soon, it’s truly fate." Han Yan maintained a harmless smile, looking amiable.

"Young Master Mu, you said earlier that this matter relates to you. I’d like to ask, how does it concern you?" He Qingwei asked brazenly.

"The mine you mentioned earlier is actually mine, so tell me, how does it relate?" Han Yan glanced at He Qingwei and replied calmly.