Rong Yichu still wanted to persuade him, "Grand Elder..."
"Enough, Yichu," the Grand Elder directly cut him off and said, "Now that the patriarch is gravely ill, you may be acting as patriarch, but you're still young and inexperienced. Matters of the Rong family are best decided by us old men!"
Rong Yichu opened his mouth, sighed in frustration and defeat.
Although the direct lineage of the Rong Family supported him, the direct lineage had now fallen greatly, mostly made up of mid-level members and a rare few high-ranking ones, while most of the actual power was in the hands of the collateral line.
Knowing there was no way to stop this, Rong Yichu kept silent.
The Grand Elder turned to a middle-aged man who hadn't spoken, and commanded, "Third Brother, gather some men. Tonight we'll go to South City to arrest someone; there's no time to lose. There are quite a few of Gu Zhan's people in the Hundred Households Office—better act before word gets out."
