everything as planned.

A stunned silence filled the room, even a pin drop could be heard.

Father Zhao's expression froze for a moment, then his eyes narrowed sharply, glinting with anger.

The courage!!!

The audacity!!!

"...What did you say?" His voice dropped a few degrees, carrying a heavy pressure that would make even the Zhao Clan's elders hesitate.

The entire room was engulfed into his spiritual pressure.

But Zhao Fan remained calm, unfazed by the oppressive aura, pressuring his body.

His lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.

"I said, I want Concubine Yue to be my personal maid..."

Does someone on a senior level of cultivation really can't hear?

A flicker of emotion passed through Father Zhao's eyes.

Pure shock, then coldness.

Good! Good! Good!

Very good!

Courting death!!!

Concubine Yue was one of the most beautiful women in the Zhao Clan.

Not to mention, she wasn't just some ordinary concubine; she was his favorite woman despite coming from humble origins.

More importantly, she was Zhao Meng's mother.

The room was utterly silent.

Even the wind outside seemed to be still.

Everything seems to be frozen, waiting for Father Zhao to kill this ungrateful son of his.

"You dare to ask for her?" Father Zhao's voice was now dangerously low.

Killing intent was clearly visible.

Yet, Zhao Fan met his gaze without fear.

"You said you would give me anything, as long as you have it... My request isn't absurd, isn't she merely a concubine?"

Father Zhao's fists clenched behind his back, but he did not explode in rage.

He had always been a cold and logical man, and right now, he was assessing Zhao Fan's true intentions.

Was this revenge?

A test? Or was Zhao Fan simply out of his mind?

Is this his way of not giving up the position of Divine Son?

Zhao Fan, however, knew exactly what he was doing.

The elders wanted to discard him? Fine.

His father wanted to stay neutral? Fine.

They wanted to bet everything on Zhao Meng? Fine.

But then, he would take something that Zhao Meng could never afford to lose.

This is simply a "steal your mom" gambit, forget about the queen's gambit.

..

Father Zhao's grip tightened, his fingernails nearly piercing his own palm. His spiritual energy surged, causing the air to tremble.

The temperature in the room plummeted, and a suffocating pressure weighed down on Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan remained seated, utterly unbothered acting as if nothing happened, yet the blood dripped from the corner of his lips.

His cold eyes gleamed with amusement, as if mocking the patriarch of the Zhao Clan.

"You seem angry, Father," Zhao Fan said lightly.

"Why? Because I dared to ask for a mere concubine? Or because I dared to ask for her? You claimed to be unbiased when it comes to children, yet, here you are, asking me to step down..."

"Yet, I have no problem, I simply want a mere concubine in return, I don't think it's very hard,"

The flicker of rage in Father Zhao's eyes intensified.

A mere concubine?

Concubine Yue was not just any woman. She was his woman.

The only one he had kept close despite his many concubines.

The one who understood him best, who shared his bed more than any other.

She was the woman who bore Zhao Meng, the son he had begun to favor more than Zhao Fan.

Yet, Zhao Fan dared to demand her as a personal maid?

Father Zhao's aura lashed out like an invisible storm.

The walls trembled, and cracks spread across the marble floor.

"Zhao Fan… you overstep your bounds!" His voice carried the authority of a clan patriarch, each syllable pressing down like a mountain.

But Zhao Fan only laughed.

"Do I?" His voice was eerily calm.

The corner of his eyes and his ears started to bleed from the pressure.

Father Zhao's teeth clenched.

This unfilial son was testing him.

He really wanted to kill this ungrateful son.

But he couldn't.

Zhao Fan was still his son.

And his mother was from a noble family.

Of course, his mother's side wasn't equal to the mighty Zhao family.

However, killing Zhao fan would bring too many troubles.

Other wives and concubines will also start to worry.

If he can even kill his talented son then what about the sons and daughters they bore?

Zhao Fan knows damn well, the unbiased father never existed.

Previously he couldn't support Zhao Meng because he was trash.

But now, the situation has changed.

With inheritance, the father, has no worry about supporting Zhao Meng.

Isn't it reasonable to support the genius of the house?

But, Father greatly underestimated Zhao Fan.

And, that wasn't all.

Zhao Fan was cornering him.

If he rejected this demand outright, it meant that Concubine Yue was more important than Zhao Fan's position in the clan.

Zhao Fan is still a divine son.

And it brings his wives to his opposition.

No matter what, his wives still support Zhao Fan, who is also the child of his wife, the noblewoman.

And if he accepted… he would lose face.

Not only that, but, even will receive a permanent green hat on his head.

More than that, Zhao Meng would lose face too.

For a moment, Father Zhao actually wanted to kill Zhao Fan without caring about the civil war within his family and harem.

The surge of anger within him was unprecedented, an unfamiliar emotion for a man who had always prided himself on his self-control.

But as much as he hated to admit it… Zhao Fan wasn't just an ordinary son.

His talent was monstrous.

A father killing his own talented son over a mere concubine?

That would only damage the Zhao Clan's reputation, not strengthen it.

The position of Divine Son belongs to the strongest youth of the clan.

Even with the support of all elders he can't give the position to Zhao Meng.

There are his wives who also have a say.

The reason, Father came here was hoping he could persuade Zhao Fan to step down and give the position to Zhao Meng.

Yeah, it may cause some problems but the problem will come from Zhao Wang or Zhao Bai.

"Sigh!... I get it, it's hard for you to hand over your love to me, then how about Concubine Shu Yi and Pei Yi,"

Seeing the hard look on his father's face, Zhao Fan said.

This time, Father wasn't angry but began to think.

On one hand, he wouldn't lose Concubine Yue.

On the other hand, he would lose two concubines.

The twin concubines.

Unknown to him, he was already dancing under the palm of Zhao Fan's hand.

After a moment, he finally sighed.

"Fine,"

Saying that, he left the room in anger and shame.

But as soon as he left, Zhao Fan picked up the jade from his neck.

As long as spiritual energy is infused, the jade will start to record.

It is a recording jade.

"Sorry, Father, a game is a game and you have decided to become a thorn in my path,"

If only Father wasn't on the side of Zhao Meng.

With that, Zhao Fan went to meet his grandfather.

The childish yet legendary move of telling everything to the grandfather.