The Tempestuous Consort – Wilfully Pampered by the Beastly Highness Chapter 962
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Jiang Ying looked Feng Tianlan who was determined to make a fuss and frowned. He clenched his fists while he kept his face gentle as he gazed upon her with love and said, “Dai’er, I know you are angry with me. I only spoke out of anger that day. The person I genuinely love is you. If you do not believe, we can get married in front of tens of thousands of people in a moment.”
“Jiang Ying, you don’t have to pretend anymore. I’m here today to stop you from becoming the Lord, and also to expose the truth about how I was killed by you and Shen Yunya that time,” said Feng Tianlan, looking coldly at the still sneering Jiang Ying, “Don’t tell me if you forgot about the pain once the wound healed?”
It was ridiculous that he was still able to act as a man deeply in love here, not long after he had been castrated.
Hearing Feng Tianlan’s words, Jiang Ying only felt the pain in the crotch of his pants, where the empty space caused his heart to constrict with hate. He glared at Feng Tianlan with hatred. Bi**h, how dare she still mention this matter till now?
Second Elder frowned as he listened. He adopted a fair and equitable attitude as he said, “Eldest Miss Shen, no matter what your grievances are, put them aside for the time being today. Here is Xuantian Alliance, it is the day when the new Lord takes office. As a member of the top Aristocratic family, you should lead by example, and make trouble here.”
“Does Second Elder still remember after my father died 13 years ago, Xuantian Alliance had a decree to announce to the world?” Feng Tianlan looked up at Second Elder.
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Second Elder was dumbfounded when he heard Feng Tianlan’s words and then quickly nodded as he replied, “Of course I remember. That was the decree personally issued by the Lord of Xuantian Alliance to appoint the Eldest Miss Shen Qingdai as Xuantian Alliance’s 153rd Lord once she is of marriageable age.”
Each of the three Alliances had its own Lord and Xuantian Alliance was no exception. Similarly, their Master had not been seen in 1000 years. The only news was 13 years ago. After Shen Borui died, Xuantian Alliance received a decree from their Master.
It was to personally appoint Shen Qingdai as the 153rd Lord of the Xuantian Alliance.
No one knew why the Master of Xuantian Alliance would personally appoint the talentless Shen Qingdai as the Lord. But they did indeed receive it and could only comply with the decree.
“Since you do remember it, so what qualifications does Jiang Ying have to be elected as the Lord of Xuantian Alliance?” Feng Tianlan asked in a cold voice. She gave off a stately air.
“This…” Second Elder had nothing to say except to look toward Jiang Ying.
Jiang Ying frowned. He did not expect Feng Tianlan would bring up this matter. Moreover, it was not good for him to speak up in rebuttal just when he was about to become the Lord at this time. So, he looked at Third Elder to signal for him to speak.
“We did indeed receive the decree at the time. But no one knew the authenticity of the decree. After all, Xuantian Alliance is so big. How could we let a person who did not even know how to perform the Gathering of Spirit, be the Lord?” Saying this, Third Elder stood up and raised his eyes to look at Feng Tianlan. He added, “Eldest Miss Shen, are you able to present the decree to determine its legitimacy?”
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Third Elder implied that the decree was fake, and it was her, Shen Qingdai who forged it. So, they would not acknowledge it.
If she took it out and it was real, they would also state it was fake. Anyway, the few Elders were Xuantian Alliance’s highest authority, so they had the final say.
Of course, he was pretty certain that she could not produce the decree because that decree had disappeared 13 years ago.
Jiang Ying faked an affectionate but powerless look as he said, “Dai’er, if you had caused a fuss during normal times, I would have yield to you. If Xuantian Alliance belongs to me alone, I can also let you be the Lord. But it is not the case. I have to be responsible for my fellow brothers, so you must not make any more noise.”
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