Chapter 224 Secret Fight

Yun Family.

The death of Yun Yuan's father, Yun Anbang, did not cause much panic in this big family.

In fact, the Yun family had already prepared the funeral arrangements a few days ago.

So when Yun Anbang finally died, everything was in order and proceeded step by step.

But none of this had anything to do with Yun Yuan at this moment.

At this moment, he was wearing heavy mourning and kneeling in front of the coffin, fulfilling the last duty of a son.

Opposite him, there was a young man kneeling, also wearing heavy mourning, and his facial features were vaguely similar to Yun Yuan.

But unlike Yun Yuan, who had been kneeling there with his head down and silent, this young man was a little restless and would look up from time to time.

At this moment, Yun Yuan's stepmother, Yun Lin, came in with a bowl of soup.

"Xiao Hao, you have been kneeling for so long, take a rest first, this is the lotus seed soup that Mom asked someone to make for you, drink it quickly while no one is coming now."

Yun Hao hummed and buried his head in drinking.

Watching her son drinking lotus seed soup mouthful by mouthful, Yunlin's eyes were full of love.

But when she turned her head to look at Yunyuan, her expression changed.

It became full of malice.

"Hmph!" She snorted coldly.

Although the voice was not loud, it was still heard clearly in the mourning shed.

No one spoke.

Everyone knew that Yunlin was not easy to mess with, especially at this time, no one dared to touch the bad luck.

Yunyuan naturally heard it.

But he still knelt there, not even raising his head.

Yunyuan knew very well that his stepmother must be racking her brains to figure out how to deal with him.

And the only thing he could do was to stay calm and not be angered by her.

Because now the advantages are on his side, as long as he can wait until his father is buried safely, then as the eldest son, he can inherit everything naturally.

This is something that Yunlin can't change no matter how much he dislikes it.

But the premise is that you can't make mistakes, especially you can't be angered by Yunlin's tricks, otherwise once a conflict breaks out, it will add many variables.

With this idea in mind, Yunyuan was indifferent.

Although Yunlin was angry when he saw this, he was helpless for a while.

At this moment, shouting was heard from outside.

"The leader of the Iron Sword Sect came to pay tribute."

"The leader of the Red Deer Sect came to pay tribute."

"The leader of the Xuanguang Hall came to pay tribute."

Three shouts in a row, and the originally quiet mourning shed became agitated.

Because the three people who came were all well-known figures in the world of Yandu.

Yun Anbang loved to make friends with these people in the market and the world of Jianghu when he was alive.

Now that he is dead, it is normal for these people to come to pay tribute.

For a while, many people in mourning, whether real or fake, all showed sorrow on their faces and knelt down and cried bitterly.

Yunlin's face was happy.

However, this joyful expression was fleeting, and then Yun Lin sat on a chair next to the coffin, pretending to be sad.

At this time, the three sect leaders walked into the mourning shed together.

They first burned incense in front of the coffin, and then walked forward to comfort the family members.

However, they all intentionally or unintentionally ignored Yun Yuan who was kneeling beside him, and all gathered around Yun Lin.

"Sister-in-law, please accept my condolences!"

"Yes, Brother Anbang is gone, you must not be too sad, and there is still nephew Yun Hao who needs to be trained, so you must hold on."

Yun Lin wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in a low voice: "I know, thank you brothers, you all have a heart."

The three of them comforted Yun Hao next to them with kind words, and then said goodbye and left.

During the whole process, the three of them did not even look at Yun Yuan who was also kneeling in front of the coffin, as if he did not exist.

At this time, many people had noticed something strange, but no one dared to say anything.

Yun Yuan still knelt there calmly, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

The atmosphere in the mourning shed became very depressing.

Then, more and more people came to pay their respects, and most of them were Yun Anbang's friends.

But without exception, these people only comforted Yun Lin and Yun Hao and his mother, and never paid attention to Yun Yuan.

Although she tried her best to hide it, Yun Lin's expression still revealed a smug look.

This was planned long ago, just to embarrass Yun Yuan.

After all, there are so many people who come to pay their respects, but everyone only recognizes us mother and son, and ignores you, the nominal eldest son.

This invisibly shows an attitude.

And Yun Lin wants this attitude.

And she hopes to create an illusion that my Yun Hao is the worthy heir in this way.

Although it is just an illusion, Yun Lin feels that as long as everyone recognizes it, it is not an illusion.

Yun Yuan naturally understands this.

At this moment, although he looked very calm, he was extremely anxious inside.

Although he knew that the Yunlin family would definitely make some small moves, he did not expect that all the friends his father had made during his lifetime, whether in the court or in the market, would support them and their son.

Yun Yuan knew that this must be due to the Lin family behind the Yunlin family, otherwise there would not be such an effect.

This shows how important a strong matrilineal clan is.

But his grandfather's family was far away in Linhai County, out of reach, and he was alone, how could he fight against the Lin family whose base was in Yandu City?

With the arrival of another wave of people, Yun Yuan closed his eyes, listening to the compliments of Yun Hao, and then compared it with the indifference on his side.

He clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves silently, and his nails were even deeply embedded in the flesh.

But at this moment, a shout came from the courtyard.

"Zhao Ya is here to pay tribute."

Hearing this name, Yun Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head in disbelief.

He saw a tall and heroic man walking into the mourning shed with his head held high, reaching out to take a note of grass incense from the table, lighting it with the long-burning lamp, shaking it towards the coffin, and then inserting it into the incense burner.

After doing this, Zhao Ya stepped in front of Yun Yuan and said loudly.

"Young Master Yun, please accept my condolences."

This voice of Young Master sounded extremely harsh in this mourning shed.

At least Yun Lin's face changed instantly.

The atmosphere she had painstakingly created was destroyed by the words "Young Master Yun".

Therefore, Yun Lin glared at Zhao Ya and whispered to the people around her.

"Who is this guy?"

In fact, she was not the only one who was puzzled. Many people present were a little surprised.

Because they had never seen Zhao Ya and felt unfamiliar with this name.

"Looking at this boy's outstanding temperament, he should be the son of a wealthy family."

"But where is the wealthy family with the surname Zhao in Yandu City? Besides, if he was born in an aristocratic family, how could he not add it when he was called out just now? I guess this should be an ordinary person."

"No, why do I feel that this name is familiar, as if he is a figure in the martial arts world."

While these people were whispering, Yun Yuan also woke up from his initial surprise, and then nodded to Zhao Ya with gratitude.

"Thank you, young man Zhao."

He really didn't expect Zhao Ya to come to pay homage and openly support him.

This was like a timely help to him who was deliberately ignored, and he was naturally grateful.

Zhao Ya just smiled when he heard this.

As the saying goes, if you take money from someone, you can help him get rid of his misfortune. Since he had taken so much black dragon meat from Yunyuan, now that he was in trouble, he would naturally help him.

However, Zhao Ya did not expect this situation before coming.

He originally just wanted to come to see what was going on under the name of worship.

But he did not expect that as soon as he entered the spirit shed, he realized that something was wrong.

Yunyuan was alone and cold, with only him.

On the other hand, it was very lively on the other side. Many people who came to worship did not leave, but stayed to talk with Yun Linshi, which formed a very sharp contrast.

Zhao Ya understood what was going on at that time.

It must be said that a woman like Yun Linshi has no other skills, but she is first-class at doing this kind of thing.

This is obviously disgusting Yunyuan and creating an atmosphere that he is deserted by his friends and relatives and no one helps him.

Zhao Ya's response to this was also very simple, that is, to directly call out Yun Yuan's identity and deliberately put pressure on Yun Lin.

At this time, Zhao Ya squatted down and whispered to Yun Yuan.

"It seems that your stepmother has not given up. You should be more careful. This matter should not end so easily."

Yun Yuan took a deep breath, nodded and said, "I understand."

Zhao Ya patted Yun Yuan on the shoulder, stood up and was about to leave.

At this moment, someone called him.

"Wait a minute."

Zhao Ya stopped, turned his head to look at the person who called him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What's the matter?"

It was Yun Lin who called him.

She looked at Zhao Ya with reluctance, "Who are you? Why haven't I heard my husband mention you before?"

"I'm just an ordinary person, naturally I can't get into the ears of you dignitaries, but I met Mr. Yun once, so I came to pay my respects after hearing the news. What? Not allowed?"

Yun Lin was speechless for a while.

Yes.

When someone comes to pay respects, there is no reason for me to refuse.

But she was unwilling to accept this result.

Just as she was racking her brains and trying to find an excuse to continue questioning, a surprised voice came from outside the door.

"Brother Zhao?"

Then Yun Jin walked into the mourning shed.

"It's you, Brother Zhao!" Yun Jin shouted in surprise.

Zhao Ya nodded, "I heard the bad news and came to pay respects."

Yun Jin saw the clues at a glance, especially noticing the coldness of Yun Yuan, and a trace of anger appeared on her face.

But at this time, she couldn't say anything, she could only say: "Thank you, Brother Zhao, for coming to comfort my brother."

Then she came to Yun Yuan's side, lifted her skirt and knelt down.

Yun Yuan was a little surprised, "Jin'er, what are you doing?"

"I am keeping vigil with you. Although we are not as capable as others to buy so many people to come to the platform, I am your cousin, so it is reasonable for me to keep vigil with you." Yun Jin deliberately said loudly.

Yun Lin's face turned pale, but she really didn't dare to say anything.

After all, Yun Jin was the daughter of the second house, and she didn't dare to provoke her easily.

It was because of this chaos that someone suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly: "I remember that he was the one who fought with Yan Tianjiao from Xijian Villa some time ago!"

Swish.

Many people's eyes were focused on Zhao Ya.

There was shock, confusion, and confusion in these eyes.

After all, they couldn't figure out how Yun Yuan got involved with this boy.

Especially Yun Lin's face darkened after hearing these words.

Zhao Ya just laughed at this and walked away.

He doesn't have much interest in the gossips within these wealthy families.

But it's quite interesting to look at it from an outsider's perspective.

A group of people are scheming over a false righteous name, and even a look or a word has a hidden meaning. Isn't this a mental illness?

Zhao Ya left Yun Mansion and returned to the merchant.

After returning home, Shang Jingchuan, who had not been seen for many days, was also at home, with an excited look on his face.

As soon as he saw Zhao Ya, he stretched out his hand and grabbed him, and then said very excitedly: "Xiao Ya, you have to have a drink with me tonight no matter what."

Zhao Ya smiled in surprise, "What are you so happy about?"

"Hey, I just got the news that the Holy Emperor will hold a great meeting tomorrow, and then I will be appointed to my position. Don't you think this is good news?"

"Well, that is indeed good news worth celebrating." Zhao Ya said.

Although he had no idea what official position Shang Jingchuan was about to hold, he didn't even have any idea about the court and the so-called Holy Emperor that Shang Jingchuan was loyal to.

But this did not prevent Zhao Ya from congratulating him.

After all, everyone has their own choices and ideas. Although they don't understand them, they can respect them.

"Hehe, should I just tell you, Xiaoya, you know me best, unlike that girl Luoluo, who actually said that the situation is undecided and that we can't draw conclusions early. This is a certainty, what else is undecided?"

Shang Jingchuan rubbed his hands excitedly and paced back and forth.

"What position do you think your Majesty will arrange for me this time? Is it too fast to join the cabinet and become the prime minister? I think it is better to keep a low profile and do the ordinary things first and wait for a year and a half. If you raise it higher, people won’t have any objections, what do you think?”

"Well, not bad." What else could Zhao Ya say to this, and he could only respond politely with "Not bad."

But this kind of perfunctory made Shang Jingchuan feel like he had found a treasure. He would not let go of Zhao Ya and kept talking about his feelings.

"The Minister of Etiquette is not bad, but it would be a bit too much to take up the actual post when I first come back. Therefore, the most suitable position for me is to serve as a subordinate. It has both rank and a fictitious position. It is very suitable for raising a family. After waiting for a period of time, …….”

Zhao Ya could only listen helplessly to this. If Shang Luoluo hadn't finally taken action and rescued him from Shang Jingchuan, he would have been hard-pressed to escape.

"Sorry, my father is like this when he encounters happy things. Sometimes he talks incoherently like a child." Shang Luoluo said helplessly.

Zhao Ya smiled and said, "I don't blame Uncle Shang. After all, this is something he has dreamed of for many years. Now he finally has the chance to realize it. It's normal to be excited."

"Do you really think there is a chance?" Shang Luoluo suddenly asked.