Within the courtyard house, Duanmu Zhe really hasn't returned for a long time.
Along the way, seeing those servants greeting him with respect, his emotions were extremely complicated.
Because he didn't know how many days he could still enjoy this glory of being the first heir.
If the matter in Jiangdong isn't handled properly, not to mention Ying Zheng losing patience with him, even his grandfather—Duanmu Family head Duanmu Mian, would no longer focus on cultivating him!
He might even be pushed to the family's margins.
"Zhe'er, why have you suddenly returned to the family?"
Suddenly, several elegantly dressed youths walked up, looking at Duanmu Zhe with confusion and asked.
They were all Duanmu Zhe's cousins, but in the Duanmu Family, they were not as favored as him; each could only mingle within the family, while Duanmu Zhe had already clung to Ying Zheng's influence.
"Is grandpa in the council hall?" Duanmu Zhe said impatiently.
