Chapter 181 The Hatred of Killing One's Mother

Everyone turned to look at Rong Moyuan.

Some of them have clearly chosen sides, while others waver between them.

Most people sided with Rong Moyuan, not only because he was of a higher generation than Rong Zhi, but also because he had followed Rong Sheng for many years and had almost become the person in charge of the Rong family.

Rong Zhi's only advantage is that he is Rong Sheng's only maternal grandson. You could also say he is Rong Sheng's only grandson.

Because Rong Sheng only has one daughter.

Her name is Rong Lan.

Rong Moyuan's expression was inscrutable, and the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. "Azhi, this position isn't easy to hold. Have you thought it through?"

The last syllable rose in pitch, carrying a threat and a warning.

Rong Zhi curled his lips, a faint sneer appearing at the corner of his eye, "If I hadn't thought things through, why would I have stepped into the Rong family's gate?"

All eyes turned to him.

Standing against the light, Rong Zhi's deep features were cold and aloof, his dark eyes like icy pools, possessing a captivating allure.

Everyone gasped in shock.

The eldest grandson of the Rong family was indeed extraordinary. Whether in appearance or aura, he resembled Rong Sheng quite a bit. He was even more assertive than him.

Compared to him, Rong Moyuan was somewhat inferior in terms of that innate nobility.

Rong Moyuan still didn't get up, his eyes were gloomy, like dark clouds pressing down, "Azhi, isn't it too late?"

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

The surrounding air instantly condensed.

Rong Zhi and Rong Moyuan exchanged blows, like invisible swords flashing.

Swords and blades are merciless; you might get injured at any time.

Choosing sides is very important.

Rong Zhi stood ramrod straight, looking down at Rong Moyuan with a hint of disdain in his eyes. "Has the meeting begun?"

Rong Moyuan said, "Whether it starts or not is none of your business."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone held their breath.

Many people clenched their fingers.

It seems that Rong Moyuan has a better chance of winning.

Unexpectedly, Rong Zhi's next sentence caused everyone to waver again.

“Indeed, whether it begins or not is none of your business. Because…” Rong Zhi paused deliberately.

Rong Moyuan's gaze darkened, and a sinister coldness emerged from his eyes. "Rong Zhi, how dare you!"

Rong Zhi's cold lips curled slightly, and the cold glint in his eyes shot towards the crowd like icy arrows.

"Rong Moyuan, who is being so presumptuous? The Rong family's ancestral precepts distinguish between legitimate and illegitimate children, regardless of seniority. You are merely a member of a collateral branch of the Rong family, yet you dare to speak to me like this?"

Everyone gasped, their expressions filled with shock.

Rong Zhi is right. Rong Moyuan is indeed from a collateral branch of the Rong family. If Rong Lan hadn't died young, Rong Sheng wouldn't have supported him.

Although so many years have passed and Rong Sheng has entrusted him with handling all the affairs of the Rong family, he did not explicitly state when he passed away that he would pass on everything of the Rong family to him.

Everyone knew about the matter of the Rong family's heir, but no one dared to bring it up.

Now, Rong Zhi's ruthless pointing it out is tantamount to completely tearing away that thin veil.

Rong Moyuan's face turned from white to green, and then from green to black.

Snap—

He slammed his hand on the council table in front of him, veins bulging on his forehead.

The teacup on the table fell to the ground with a crash and shattered into pieces in an instant.

The shattered porcelain shards gleamed with a cold light, each one sharp and piercing, dazzling and chilling.

A faint aroma of tea filled the air.

Rong Moyuan stood up angrily, facing Rong Zhi.

"Rong Zhi, you are too arrogant."

"I have the right to be arrogant, don't I?" Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, his smile laced with venom, extremely lethal.

Most of the people at the conference table stood up and silently stepped aside.

Those still sitting were all elderly members of the Rong family.

Seeing that Rong Moyuan and Rong Zhi were having a huge fight, one of them mustered up the courage to speak up and try to mediate.

"Mo Yuan, Rong Zhi, both of you calm down. Let's talk this out; we're all family."

Before Rong Moyuan could speak, Rong Zhi spoke first, saying in a low voice, "What a joke. He and I are not family."

“Young people are easily broken. Ah Zhi, you can’t write two characters for ‘Rong’ in one stroke.” The white-haired elder of the Rong family spoke in a heavy tone.

Rong Zhi glared coldly at Rong Moyuan, his jawline taut and sharp. His gaze darkened, and he forced out a sentence through clenched teeth, "So, you think you can't even write two Rong characters with one stroke? Rong Moyuan, when you killed my mother, did you ever consider that you were all members of the Rong family?"

"What?!" Everyone was shocked and pale.

The elders could no longer sit still. They stood up shakily, their facial muscles twitching. "Rong Zhi, say it again."

"Rong Zhi!!!" Rong Moyuan shouted angrily before Rong Zhi could speak.

“Reason doesn’t lie in raising your voice.” Rong Zhi’s lips twitched, and he gave a faint, cold laugh. “Rong Moyuan, did you not expect this day to come so soon?”

Rong Moyuan gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with a sinister light. "Nonsense. Unreasonable."

The air around him seemed to grow heavy with his anger, and those around him unconsciously took a few steps back, afraid of being affected by this invisible rage.

Rong Zhi chuckled coldly, "Whether I'm lying or not, you know perfectly well." Then, he turned his gaze to Rong Huian, who was standing to the side, "And you, Rong Huian."

Everyone's attention immediately shifted to a middle-aged woman in her forties.

She is Rong Moyuan's half-sister.

Rong Huian's expression changed drastically, her eyes widening in shock. "I think you've gone mad; you're starting to bite people randomly."

Rong Zhi's gaze darkened, and his voice turned icy, "Rong Huian, has my mother never come to see you every night? She treated you like her own sister, yet you helped Rong Moyuan kill her."

Everyone gasped in shock.

“I didn’t. You…” Rong Huian wanted to explain, but didn’t know how to start, so she had to ask Rong Moyuan for help.

"Rong Zhi, you've resorted to such despicable tricks to take everything from the Rong family. You truly are worthy of being taught by Bo Yuanshan." Rong Moyuan's expression was sinister, his eyes filled with malice.

"Heh." Rong Zhi let out a cold laugh. "Rong Moyuan, I'll give you a chance. If you confess honestly, I can spare your life."

Rong Moyuan angrily retorted, "You keep saying that Hui'an and I harmed your mother, where is the evidence?"

The Rong family elders exchanged glances, their faces ashen. "A-Zhi, everything requires evidence. You say Mo Yuan and Hui An killed the young lady, do you have any evidence?"

The others held their breath again.

Rong Zhi's gaze fell on Rong Huian's face, and he said in a low voice, "Rong Huian, the last bowl of Chinese medicine my mother drank, you personally brewed it for her, didn't you?"

Rong Huian froze, his face turning deathly pale.

Rong Moyuan's face was gloomy, his facial muscles twitching. "Your mother died in a car accident. It was investigated clearly back then, without any doubt."

Rong Huian's lips trembled, her voice shaking slightly, "That's right, the accident investigation was very thorough. Uncle confirmed it."

Several elders chimed in, “That’s absolutely right. We are all witnesses.”

Rong Zhi sneered, "Then you are all accomplices."

“Ah Zhi, you…” The elders’ faces immediately turned ashen.