Reborn and returned, sisters swapped

Gu Jinyan's eyes were sharp as knives, and his tone was calm: "Why should Aunt refuse?"

You know far more about family affairs than I do. Besides, you've contributed a great deal to the rise and fall of Shengji over the years.

If the elders were to see these accounts, I fear—it wouldn't be a small matter for you either.

Aunt Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and a crack appeared in her previously steady expression.

Gu Jinyan's words at this moment were loaded with meaning, clearly indicating that he wanted to take this opportunity to control the situation.

She forced herself to remain calm and said with a smile, "Jinyan, we're all family, why make it sound so serious?"

Let's work together to figure out a way to resolve this; after all, family harmony is the most important thing.

Quran nodded, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Aunt is absolutely right."

But things have already come to this point, and several key elders have become aware of the situation. If we don't take action quickly, the situation may become even more uncontrollable.

Aunt Zhao felt a chill run down her spine, knowing she had been cornered.

She was silent for a moment, then finally whispered, "Jinyan, don't worry, I will cooperate with you and will never let the family suffer any losses."

Gu Jinyan nodded slightly, turned around and said, "That would be best. I summoned you here today for the sake of the family's overall interests."

I have had Ah Zhong secretly deliver these bamboo slips and records to several key elders.

You don't need to interfere any further; just observe and see how things develop.

Aunt Zhao's expression was stiff. Suppressing her inner panic, she gave a perfunctory reply and took her leave.

As night deepened, Gu Jinyan stood alone by the window, gazing at the distant courtyard.

This game has only just begun. Although Aunt Zhao is cooperating for now, she will certainly not give up easily in secret.

Her next move is to wait for the elders to make their moves and use them to completely destroy the power of the Quran.

At the same time, Ah Zhong acted quickly, delivering the sealed books to several key elders.

Upon seeing these secret plans, the elders immediately became suspicious. Shengji's internal and external dealings had been exposed.

After hearing this, the elders' expressions grew even more solemn. They exchanged glances, all showing deep thought.

One of the family elders slowly spoke up: "It seems that Lan Ci has indeed gone too far. If we don't stop her, I'm afraid it will affect the entire Gu family."

When the news finally reached Quran's ears, she realized that her plan had been completely seen through by Gu Jinyan.

However, by then, it was too late. Some within the family had begun to doubt her, and the support of elders like Uncle Song gradually shifted towards Gu Jinyan.

Quran realized that the net she had laid had been quietly dismantled by a counter-espionage plot, and her carefully planned conspiracy had been irrevocably exposed to the elders of her family.

Under Gu Jinyan's wise manipulation, the turbulent situation within the Gu family gradually tilted in her favor.

While the Quran has not yet been completely defeated, its prestige and status within the family have declined significantly. This silent struggle will continue.

The atmosphere in the family meeting room was so oppressive it was almost suffocating.

The candles around the lobby flickered gently, casting dappled light that reflected the different expressions on everyone's faces.

Quran walked in slowly, his gaze calmly sweeping over the family elders and Gu Jinyan present.

She wore a faint smile, appearing calm and composed, as if she had everything under control.

Gu Jinyan sat upright to the side, his eyes cold and sharp, already planning how to deal with this turmoil.

Today's situation will determine the future, and the Quran is clearly coming on strong. We must proceed cautiously and not let our guard down.

In the center of the hall, Ah Zhong stood with his hands clasped in front of him, a little sweat beading on his forehead, and a hint of nervousness in his expression.

His gaze sometimes swept towards the Quran, and sometimes glanced at the ancient brocade cliff, as if he were weighing how to answer the next question.

“Ah Zhong,” Quran’s voice was cold, yet carried an undeniable authority, “I have summoned you here today to ask you questions.”

Are all the records you have submitted authentic? Did you witness them yourself? Do you have any witnesses?