End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The stone in the brazier did not move at all, just like Teng Junze's steady momentum at the moment.

Mr. Zhang's face suddenly changed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He never expected that Teng Junze would be so bold as to challenge his authority in public.

Counselor Li was standing behind Lord Zhang, his face gloomy and his eyes rolling around, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This... this is impossible!" Master Zhang stammered, "This is clearly flint!"

Teng Junze sneered, "Master Zhang, empty words are useless. You can't wrongly accuse a good person. I urge you to tell the truth. Who ordered you to frame me?"

Zhang Daren's face turned red and white, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look directly into Teng Junze's eyes. He knew that he had fallen into Teng Junze's trap.

Meanwhile, in the modern apartment, Fan Mengmeng was pacing back and forth anxiously.

Through her special ability, she learned about Teng Junze's current predicament and was anxious but helpless.

She held the jade pendant tightly in her hand, which was the only connection between her and Teng Junze.

How she wanted to be by his side immediately, tell him the truth, and tell him how worried she was about him.

But she couldn't, she couldn't reveal her secret, nor could she affect Teng Junze's fate.

She could only pray silently, praying that he could survive this crisis safely.

In the conference room, Teng Junze's uncle saw this and immediately stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Junze, you misunderstood Master Zhang. He is so cautious because he is thinking about the interests of the family."

Teng Junze turned his gaze towards his uncle, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "Uncle, do you really think so?"

My uncle pretended to be calm and said, "Of course, we are all family. If there are any misunderstandings, we can just talk it out."

Teng Junze sneered, "Family? Uncle, are you sure you really consider me one?" He paused, his eyes sweeping across the crowd, "Dear elders, let me make this clear today: I, Teng Junze, am upright and upright, and I'm not afraid of anyone's slander. If anyone wants to frame me, I'll fight to the end!"

Scholar Wang, who had been silent until then, stepped forward. He stroked his beard and said slowly, "Jun Ze is absolutely right. Lord Zhang, since you claim these stones are flint, do you have any evidence?"

Zhang stammered and stammered, unable to speak for a long time. He looked at Li Moushi for help, but found that Li Moushi also lowered his head, not daring to look him in the eye.

Seeing that the time was right, Teng Junze said to the maid Zhao beside him, "Miss Zhao, tell me, where did these stones come from?"

Maid Zhao's face was pale and her body was trembling slightly.

She secretly glanced at Teng Junze's uncle, then looked at Teng Junze again, her lips moved, and finally she mustered up the courage to say, "These stones... were... were placed there by the master..."

"Master?" Everyone was in an uproar. Teng Junze's uncle's face changed drastically. He pointed at Zhao and shouted, "Nonsense! When did I ever ask you to put these stones there?"

Teng Junze sneered, "Uncle, you still refuse to admit it? There's evidence, what else do you have to say?"

Scholar Wang also stepped forward and said, "Master, by doing this, where are the interests of the family at stake? Are you worthy of the ancestors of the Teng family?"

Teng Junze's uncle, realizing the situation was hopeless, turned pale and remained silent. Lord Zhang and Li Moushi were also too frightened to speak, their heads lowered for fear of being implicated.

Teng Junze struck while the iron was hot and presented the evidence he had, including letters and account books showing his uncle's collusion with foreign tribes.

The evidence was so conclusive that it shocked everyone present.

"I never thought that our Teng family would produce such a scum!"

"Master, you really disappoint us!"

Everyone blamed Teng Junze's uncle, and even some of his previous supporters turned against him.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Teng Junze's uncle glared at Teng Junze fiercely and said with gritted teeth, "Teng Junze, do you think you have won? I tell you, I will not let you go!"

Teng Junze sneered, "Uncle, you should think about how to get out of this first!"

Teng Junze's uncle was captured on the spot, and the family power struggle ended.

With his wisdom and courage, Teng Junze successfully resolved the crisis, won the respect and trust of family members, and became one of the core decision-makers of the family.

In a modern apartment, Fan Mengmeng learned all this through her special abilities. She breathed a long sigh of relief and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

She knew that Teng Junze had finally gotten out of his predicament and his future was bright.

She picked up her phone and typed a text message: "Congratulations, everything went well."

But she didn't send it in the end and deleted the text message silently.

At the same time, in the ancient Teng Mansion, Teng Junze stood in front of the window, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He knew that all this was inseparable from Fan Mengmeng's help, but he could not share this joy with her.

He took out a jade pendant from his arms. It was given to him by Fan Mengmeng and was the only connection between them.

He held the jade pendant tightly and whispered, "Mengmeng, thank you..."

Suddenly, he felt the jade pendant getting slightly warmer, and his mind was moved. Could it be...

Fan Mengmeng looked at the deleted text messages on her phone screen, feeling mixed emotions.

She knew that Teng Junze's victory was hard-won, and she couldn't let her own personal affairs affect his future.

She took a deep breath, locked her phone, and forced herself not to think about him.

At this moment, she could only silently be happy for him and wish him well.

Teng Junze's hand tightly grasped the warm jade pendant. He closed his eyes, as if he could feel Fan Mengmeng's breath, her smile, everything about her.

This jade pendant is the only connection between them and his greatest comfort.

Although Teng Junze won the power struggle, undercurrents still surged in the family.

Some elders, relying on their seniority, scoffed at Teng Junze's "trendy" ideas.

"It's just a little cleverness. After all, you are young and energetic and can't handle big responsibilities!" The second elder Teng Hongyuan stroked his beard, his tone full of disdain.

The third elder beside him, Teng Hongyi, also echoed: "Yes, I think he will break the rules of our ancestors sooner or later!" These words pierced Teng Junze's ears like needles, but his face remained calm, just a faint smile, "I will remember the teachings of the elders in my heart."

On the other hand, Lord Zhang and Advisor Li were like dogs that had lost their homes, and were in a state of panic all day long.

Lord Zhang kept pacing, muttering, "It's over, it's over, it's all over!" Lord Li slumped in his chair, his face pale. He had already sensed the fate he was about to face.

However, to everyone's surprise, Teng Junze did not celebrate his victory or vent his anger on the loser.

Instead, he personally went to the residences of the elders, listened to their opinions humbly, and expressed that he would respect family traditions and lead the Teng family to a more glorious future.

Teng Junze's actions made many people look at him with admiration.

Even the Second Elder, Teng Hongyuan, who had always harbored a grudge against him, could not help but sigh, "This kid isn't completely useless..."

Late at night, when everyone was asleep, Teng Junze came to the study alone.

He opened the window, looked at the bright moon in the sky, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

He gently stroked the jade pendant in his hand and whispered, "Mengmeng, wait for me..." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and a deep voice said, "Sir, the old patriarch wants you to come over."

Teng Junze came to the old master's study, and the scent of sandalwood hit him in the face.

The old patriarch Teng Yuanshan sat upright, his eyes as deep as an ancient well, making it difficult to understand.

"Junze, you did a great job." The old patriarch's voice was low and powerful, with a hint of appreciation.

Teng Junze bowed his head respectfully and said, "Thank you for the praise, grandfather. I am just doing my job." The old patriarch waved his hand and said, "This time, you have not only won the recognition of the family, but also shut those old guys up. From now on, the Teng family will be handed over to you." Teng Junze was shocked. He knew what this meant.

He knelt on one knee and said firmly, "I will live up to your expectations and lead the Teng family to new glory!"

At the same time, in the modern world, the calm before the apocalyptic storm is like the calm before the storm, oppressive and suffocating.

Fan Mengmeng sat in the middle of a mountain of supplies, but her uneasiness grew stronger and stronger.

She always felt that something was going to happen, but she couldn't explain it clearly.

Ever since Teng Junze won the ancient power struggle, she has deliberately reduced her contact with him.

She knew that she couldn't be his weakness, and she wanted him to pursue his ambitions without any scruples.

However, the gears of fate never stopped turning.

In the end times, rumors began to spread about a mysterious woman with a large amount of supplies.

Some forces with ulterior motives, like sharks smelling blood, began to stir.

They inquired around, trying to find the mysterious woman's stockpile and take it for themselves.

"Boss, we have found some clues. The woman seems to live in a villa in the western suburbs of the city." A man with a fat face said to a burly man with a sinister look in his eyes.

The burly man sneered, "Very good, gather the men immediately, and we will go visit this 'lucky guy' tonight."

In the evening, Fan Mengmeng suddenly received an anonymous text message on her mobile phone: "We already know your secret. If you want to keep your supplies, just hand them over." Fan Mengmeng looked at the text message and her face turned pale instantly.

She gripped the phone tightly, her knuckles turning white.

She knew that those snatching forces had finally begun to act... She quickly dialed a number. When the call was connected, she said in a hurried tone: "Hello, it's me, the situation has changed..."