The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 634: Inheritor votes [1 update]_2

But there were indeed no black skull insignias on their clothes.

The people from that power were very arrogant, and they either embroidered the insignia on their clothes or would leave corresponding traces.

For example, the fragments of clothing left behind after the explosion at O Continent University Town.

Ying Zijin’s gaze settled on the leading black-clad man in the video.

The man’s back was solemn, his steps forceful.

Clearly, it was the oppressive aura that had accumulated from a high-ranking person having been in power for a long time.

She pondered for a moment, "Could it be him?"

After Fu Yunshen finished reviewing the recording and confirmed that the grave had truly not been damaged, he spoke up, his voice very cool and indifferent, "I don’t care."

He paused, "Yaoyao, do you still have the miniature cameras Baby Face gave you?"

"I do." Ying Zijin took out several from her backpack.

Fu Yunshen took them and discreetly installed two on the gravestone.

He then squatted down, "This place is indeed no longer safe, I’ll help my mother relocate her grave."

Ying Zijin nodded in agreement, understanding the implication, "Ancient Martial World?"

"Mm." Fu Yunshen made two more phone calls, "The Ancient Martial World is indeed the safest place now."

There isn’t much high-tech equipment inside, at most just WIFI and signal transmitters, so hacking would be futile.

He turned his head, his peach blossom eyes curving up, "Yaoyao, can you help me figure out if today is an auspicious day for grave relocation?"

Grave relocation indeed had certain Feng Shui considerations, and he didn’t want to alarm Fu Liuying.

Ying Zijin pondered for a long while, her eyes squinting slightly, and calculated, "It’s very suitable, eleven o’clock tonight is an auspicious time."

Fu Yunshen nodded and arranged for people to come at that time.

**

Ying Zijin stayed in Shanghai City with Master Zhong for two more days before setting off back to the Ancient Martial World.

She helped Fu Yunshen choose a Feng Shui treasure spot and once again buried Fu Liuying.

When she returned to the Ye Family, Patriarch Ye was cleaning house.

The faction of Second Uncle Ye had all been stripped of their Inner Strength and kicked out of the Ye Family.

They were now taking inventory of the family assets.

Ying Zijin’s footsteps paused, and she walked in.

"Miss Ying." Ye Ling greeted the girl as she approached, "Miss Ying, are you alright?"

That day, Ying Zijin had gone off on her own but left Yun Shan with her.

On the way back to the Ye Family, Ye Ling had encountered an assassination attempt.

However, the Cultivation of those ancient martial artists did not exceed thirty years, and Yun Shan handled them with ease.

She bagged them up in a burlap sack and threw them directly in front of Second Uncle Ye’s courtyard.

Second Uncle Ye had never imagined that not only would all the ancient martial artists he hired be wiped out, but they would also be openly challenged like this.

Although Second Uncle Ye had always coveted the position of family head, he really didn’t hold much power and only dared to make his moves behind the scenes.

But once the issue was brought out into the open, it was time for his properties to be confiscated.

Patriarch Ye showed no mercy whatsoever.

Ancient martial artists were by nature decisive and efficient.

"I’m fine," Ying Zijin shook her head slightly, then she turned to Yun Shan, rarely offering praise, "Well done."

Yun Shan was overjoyed.

He immediately ran back to his room and brought out the women’s clothing he had bought, holding it up against himself.

He looked very serious, with no trace of jest.

"Miss Ying, do you think I can wear this outfit?"

Ying Zijin closed her eyes, left without a word, and walked away.

She was afraid that if she stayed for one more second, she wouldn’t be able to resist kicking Yun Shan straight into the sack.

**

Elsewhere.

The Ji Family.

Research Institute.

The day to choose the heir was drawing near, and everyone in the Ji Family was prepared.

But inevitably, some were filled with trepidation.

The Ji Family had many factions, and whichever faction rose to power meant certain suppression for others within the family.

At noon, the researchers came out of their labs and gathered in small groups to head to the cafeteria.

"Vice Dean Liu and Vice Dean Chen are both prepared to vote for Wen Fengmian," one researcher said, "They say anyone can be chosen as the heir, but since it ultimately concerns the Ji family, it’s better not to give it to someone with a different surname."

"Indeed, for the main house there’s no difference, but for us, it makes a big one," another added.

"If Professor Yan hadn’t been expelled from Imperial Capital University, I might have voted for her."

Yan Ruoxue overheard everything with a very cold expression on her face.

Every researcher had one vote.

These days, she had indeed lost the hearts of many people.

If those vice deans all voted for Wen Fengmian, she really had no way of inheriting the Research Institute.

Yan Ruoxue sneered to herself.

She entered the Research Institute and made a beeline for Vice Dean Xu’s office.

"Vice Dean Xu," Yan Ruoxue set down her bag, the picture of elegance, "You should already know why I am here."

Vice Dean Xu frowned, his tone indifferent: "I’m sorry, but I have no idea what Professor Yan means."

The news of Yan Ruoxue being dismissed by Imperial Capital University had been sent to the Ji family by Chen Junxian in an official document, and the entire Research Institute knew about it.

They were not clear on what Yan Ruoxue had actually done, but being expelled by Imperial Capital University—how could it be anything good?

"Vice Dean Xu, there’s no need for clever people to beat around the bush," Yan Ruoxue spoke lightly, "You have great authority in the Inner Court, and the other vice deans listen to you. You just need to join them in casting your vote for me in the election for the heir."

Her voice grew softer: "As long as you cast your vote for me, I will have Anhe invite an ancient physician to treat your wife’s illness, guaranteed to cure her."

Vice Dean Xu’s hand froze, and he suddenly looked up: "Ancient Medicine?"

Madam Xu was a Ji family member, also a researcher, and had been weakened by radiation exposure.

This indeed was a matter that weighed heavily on Vice Dean Xu’s mind.

"Vice Dean Xu, you should be aware that although Anhe was expelled from Imperial Capital University, no matter how you put it, she’s a member of the Pill Alliance," Yan Ruoxue said with a faint smile, "She naturally knows quite a few ancient physicians."

Vice Dean Xu fell silent.

Yan Ruoxue knew that he was tempted and said no more: "I’ll await good news from Vice Dean Xu."

As long as she secured Vice Dean Xu’s vote, other researchers would also follow his lead to vote for her.

Her position as the heir was very secure.

Vice Dean Xu was indeed very tempted. He wrestled with his thoughts for quite some time before finally succumbing to the idea of ancient medicine.

But he couldn’t get over the psychological hurdle and stood up to go to the villa district.

This was the villa of Madam Ji’s father.

After the old man had recovered his health, he walked with vigor, spending his days simply watering plants and taking strolls.

Upon seeing Vice Dean Xu’s arrival, he set down his watering can: "Xiao Xu, you’ve come."

"Elder, I’m truly sorry," Vice Dean Xu pursed his lips, sighing, "This time, with the matter of the heir election, I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you."

On hearing this, the old man frowned: "What’s going on?"

Vice Dean Xu was someone he had personally promoted and considered a trusted confidant.

Over the years, Vice Dean Xu had discreetly handled many matters, otherwise Mr. and Mrs. Ji Yihang would have already been covertly harmed by Ji Yiyuan.

"You’re aware of my wife’s illness..." Vice Dean Xu chose not to elaborate further, "I’m truly sorry, but Professor Yan said she could invite an ancient physician to cure my wife’s illness."

The old man’s face darkened.

He knew it had something to do with Yan Ruoxue.

But ancient medicine?

"Ancient Medicine?" the old man pondered for a moment, "You just need an ancient physician, right?"

Vice Dean Xu was taken aback: "What do you mean just need?" frёeωebɳovel.com

Was it now common to see ancient physicians all over the Imperial Capital?

Vice Dean Xu shook his head, thinking that Elder Zhong wasn’t quite lucid ever since he stepped down from the position of vice dean.

In the top echelons of the Imperial Capital, the Ji family indeed ranked above the Mu and Nie families.

But there was one aspect in which they couldn’t compare.

The Ji family needed to go through the Main House of the Ancient Martial World to invite an ancient physician.

The Main House did not allow the Ji family any communication with any family from the Ancient Martial World or the Ancient Medical Field, to prevent the emergence of traitors.

Even the dean did not have the influence to persuade the Main House to help invite an ancient physician.

Anyway, he was nearing retirement age, and he didn’t carry the Ji surname. Who the Ji family chose to lead was of no significant impact to him.

Then he would cast his vote for Yan Ruoxue.

Vice Dean Xu stood up, without saying anything more: "Elder, I will take my leave first."