Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

Human nature is fickle and joy is evil.

Sang Yuwan, who was only 26 years old, had already seen through it.

Bo Xingzhi passed away unexpectedly, and the position of the head of the Bo family became vacant.

When the previous head of the family, Bo Yuanshan, passed away, the second and third branches were eyeing it covetously.

After Bo Xingzhi's death, the eldest branch of the Bo family had no successor.

The position of the head of the family can only be given to Bo Yuheng or Bo Hanshan.

Sang Yuwan, who had been married into the Bo family for less than three months, was not interested in this position at first, but Bo Yuanshan repeatedly told her before his death.

The position of Patriarch of the Bo Family must not fall into the hands of the Second and Third Houses, no matter what. Even if something were to happen to Bo Xingzhi, she would find a way to protect him. Otherwise, he would not rest in peace even in his grave.

A prophecy.

Sang Yuwan held the armrest of the chair and slowly stood up, raised his eyes slightly, and sneered vaguely.

"Uncle San, is there anything that can't be discussed after Xingzhi is buried?"

Bo Hanshan sneered, "Stop pretending."

Sang Yuwan's eyes tightened, and his expression was indifferent. "Third Uncle, just say it."

Bo Hanshan glanced at her twice, his facial muscles twitching slightly, "Xingzhi is gone, and the position of the head of the Bo family should also be replaced."

What is coming will always come.

Sang Yuwan raised the corner of her mouth with a faint smile, "Of course I have to change."

A hint of surprise appeared on Bo Hanshan's face. He obviously didn't expect her to be so easy to talk to. "Then hand over the seal of power immediately."

Sang Yuwan straightened his back and walked to the center of the mourning hall. He looked at everyone and lowered his eyes nonchalantly, "Third Uncle, who should I leave it to?"

Bo Hanshan was stunned, his chest heaving, "Of course it's me or my second brother."

"Second uncle, what's your opinion?" Sang Yuwan looked at Bo Yuheng with a slight smile on his lips.

A subtle weirdness flashed across Bo Yuheng's eyes while he was dressed in a black Tang suit. He was like a hunter hiding in the dark, quietly waiting for the moment to capture his prey.

"Niece-in-law, the family's affairs are of great importance, and we should ask the opinions of the elders."

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but sneer in his heart, but his face remained calm, "Okay."

Xiansi was smart and brought her a chair.

Sang Yuwan sat down, a faint smile crossing his lips. "My dear uncles, since Second Uncle has said all this, I'd like to hear your opinions. Who do you think should be given the seal of power?"

"In theory, the position of family head is inherited from one bloodline, but you and Xingzhi don't have any children. This seal of power can only be given to Yuheng or Hanshan."

"In terms of seniority, it should be handed over to Yuheng."

"The position of Patriarch is not based on seniority. It has always been based on the capable. Hanshan's ability far exceeds Yuheng's, so he should be chosen."

"What a joke! Hanshan is so naughty, how can he compare to Yuheng..."

The elders disagreed, and the arguments grew louder.

The two people at the center of the storm had different expressions. Bo Hanshan looked anxious, while Bo Yuheng looked calm.

Sang Yuwan watched them coldly, letting them argue endlessly. She even rested her elbows on the armrests of the chair, supporting her cheeks, and slightly closed her eyes.

until--

Bo Hanshan walked up to her and growled at her, "Niece-in-law, wake up!"

Sang Yuwan opened her eyes faintly, lifted her eyelids, and glanced around indifferently, "The results are out, who are they for?"

Veins bulged on Bo Hanshan's forehead, his eyes filled with gloom. "I'll give it to whoever you say I'll give it to."

Sang Yuwan smiled coldly, drawing everyone's attention, but her true intentions were lost. She raised her eyebrows slightly, "I'll give it to whoever I say so."

Bo Hanshan bit the back of his teeth, lowered his eyes, and lowered his voice, "Niece-in-law, as long as you give me the seal of power, I will ensure that you will have no worries about food and clothing in this life."

Sang Yuwan curled her lips, her voice not loud enough for the others to hear clearly, "Third Uncle, are you bribing me?"

Everyone was shocked.

The elders who supported Bo Yuheng immediately jumped out and loudly accused him, "Hanshan has such bad behavior that he is not qualified to inherit the position of family head."

Bo Hanshan's face turned pale and blue, and he felt a little embarrassed. A hint of cruelty surged in his eyes, "Sang Yuwan, you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Sang Yuwan sat upright, his eyes fixed, and a cold and murderous aura suddenly spread out.

Bo Hanshan was so anxious that his throat was smoking. "Tell me quickly, who is it for?"

Sang Yuwan opened her red lips slightly, her voice sharp and assertive, "I won't give it to anyone."

Everyone was stunned.

Bo Hanshan's anger surged, and he pointed at her and cursed, "Sang Yuwan, don't be so shameless."

A dark shadow flashed behind Sang Yuwan, and then a heavy slap was heard in the hall.

Bo Hanshan's face instantly became red and swollen, and he took several steps back before finally standing. "Sang Yuwan, stay a widow. Our Bo family can still keep you. If you..."

"Third brother," Bo Yuheng interrupted coldly, then stepped forward. "Niece-in-law, Xingzhi is gone, and you're sad. We all understand. But you and Xingzhi don't have children, so the seal of power must be handed over to the Bo family."

"What if I don't pay?"

Sang Yuwan remained calm and spoke softly, with a hint of cunning and calculation hidden deep in her eyes.

Bo Yuheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a confident look on his face, "Unless the sun rises from the west."

Sang Yuwan's expression remained calm, and she curled her lips in a faint smile, "Second Uncle, maybe the sun really does rise from the west today."

A dark glint flashed in Bo Yuheng's eyes. "My niece, the Bo family's rules state that if the head of the family dies and his wife has no children, it is considered unfilial and should be expelled from the family. Considering that my eldest sister-in-law has no other children, I am showing some mercy by allowing you to stay in the Bo family."

Sang Yuwan raised her eyelids slightly, with an ambiguous sneer on the corner of her mouth, "So, I have to thank my second uncle and third uncle."

The air slowly solidified as the two forces confronted each other, and the implicit smell of gunpowder was suffocating.

"Second brother, don't waste your words on her." Bo Hanshan couldn't help but interrupt, "Sang Yuwan, you are an outsider, what right do you have to monopolize the power of the Bo family?"

Sang Yuwan smiled slightly, "Because I'm Bo Xingzhi's widow."

Bo Hanshan sneered, "You don't have any children..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside the hall.

The whispers were vague and startled.

"who is he……"

"He looks like Mr. Bo..."

Sang Yuwan held the armrest of the chair, slowly stood up and looked towards the entrance of the hall.

The sound of sharp footsteps became heavier and heavier.

A tall and stern figure appeared in sight.

The man was dressed in black from head to toe.

There was only a white flower on the chest, shining brightly and somewhat scary.

He walked against the light, a cold and mysterious glow surrounding him. Behind him, seven or eight men in black wearing sunglasses followed.

The huge crowd involuntarily made way for them.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat and she shuddered suddenly.

This person is clearly...

As the man drew closer, Sang Yuwan's heartbeat quickened. When she finally saw his face, she was instantly stunned. Her fingertips pressed hard against her palm, and the pressure in her heart grew even greater.

The man walked to the front of the coffin, and the men in black lined up behind him.

Suddenly, the mourning hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Sang Yuwan's breathing suddenly stopped, her heart felt like it was being burned by an unknown fire, and her eyes flickered.

The man leaned forward slightly, took the incense from the altar, lit it, and shook it.

Green smoke curled up, and the scarlet flames were like red letters spit out by a poisonous snake.

Sang Yuwan could hardly take her eyes off him, staring at him without blinking, the blue color in her eyes becoming darker.

The man bowed three times respectfully in front of Bo Xingzhi's spirit tablet.

Against the candlelight, the shadows made the outline of his profile more profound and three-dimensional, and the innate sharpness in his body became more obvious.

Sang Yuwan's heart was pounding like a drum, and the uneasiness in her heart was like a turbulent sea, rolling up. A layer of cold sweat appeared on her palms.