Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 539: Qin Ruan and the child, are the weaknesses of Sir Huo.

Chapter 539: Chapter 539: Qin Ruan and the child, are the weaknesses of Sir Huo.

Huo Yunjiao’s handsome and frosty features were tinged with exhaustion, the cold murderous spark flickering in his eyes.

"Is Grandfather around?" He asked, his voice soft and gentile.

The servant accepted his overcoat and replied with his head bowed, "The old master has been expecting you and Young Master Huo Yirong in his study."

Huo Yunjiao rolled up his sleeves and ascended the stairs with leisurely strides.

"Wait for me, third brother!"

Huo Yirong tossed his coat to the servant and quickly followed.

Before climbing up the stairs, he ordered Huo Qiang and Huo Chuan, "You may go rest now. If anything arises, we will let you know."

"Yes, Second Master—"

Huo Qiang and Huo Chuan departed, carrying the pale-faced Huo Zhi on a stretcher.

Upstairs.

The old patriarch had spent a sleepless night.

He sat in his study, a cup of warm tea in his hands.

"Knock, knock—"

The study door echoed with knocks.

The patriarch knew his grandsons had returned.

A hint of sorrow flickered in his wise eyes.

The inevitable had finally arrived.

"Knock, knock—"

The door was knocked on again.

The patriarch looked back: "Come in."

The door was ajar, easily pushed open.

Huo Yunjiao and his elder brother Huo Yirong entered the room only after hearing their grandfather’s response.

"Grandfather—"

The brothers stepped in, calling out as they stood in the center of the room.

The old patriarch pointed to the sofa across the room: "Sit down, have you eaten yet?"

Huo Yunjiao stood unmoving with his elegant demeanor, an imposing presence.

His peach blossom eyes shone like stars, a warm glow radiating from their depths that were tinged with a faint, aloof chill.

In this moment, Huo Yunjiao was the epitome of a courteous and refined nobleman.

Nothing like the executioner he was about to become, annihilating an entire family.

"I have eaten."

Huo Yunjiao’s voice had a unique deep quality.

But even when suppressed, the intent to kill in his speech could not be fully concealed.

The patriarch sighed, "Discuss your matters after sitting down. No need to be hasty."

A soft smile played at the corner of Huo Yunjiao’s lips. His charming eyes narrowed, making him appear languid yet distinguished.

He moved gracefully, taking the seat pointed out by his grandfather.

Noticing that his grandfather kept watching Huo Yunjiao, Huo Yirong was eager for the old man to focus his attention on Huo Yunjiao, and sat as far from him as possible.

The old patriarch took a sip of his warm tea and asked with a hoarse voice, "Jiaojiao, have you changed your mind during the journey?"

The smile on Huo Yunjiao’s lips deepened, his gaze calm as water.

"Grandfather, no."

His tone was resolute, beyond doubt.

He would get rid of the Nangong Family.

From the instant they targeted Qin Ruan and her child, openly acting against the Huo Family, there was no place left for them in Capital City.

The patriarch sighed inwardly, eyes cast downwards.

His grandson had a chilly heart.

Adding a person to his life had merely hardened it further, his methods becoming even more ruthless.

Given his previous easy-going nature, as long as the aristocratic families did not openly conflict with each other, he would turn a blind eye.

He would rather delegate most matters to Yirong, seeking peace of mind for himself.

Over the past few months, he had watched Yunjiao frequently meet with members of the various families from afar.

Huo Yunjiao was puppeteering behind the scenes, preparing to promote the Lu Family to power and send the Ling Family members into the Cabinet.

All of this, isn’t it paving the way?

As for whom this is paving the way for, the old master Huo knows well.

Qin Ruan was pregnant with twins.

Their mother had become Huo Yunjiao’s soft spot.

The Nangong Family could not escape disaster this time, as they were the first to target Qin Ruan and the babies in her belly.

After a long time, the old master Huo looked up, gazing directly into Huo Yunjiao’s calm eyes.

"Jiaojiao, the Nangong family is involved with the Witch Clan. Try not to involve them as much as possible."

"If they see through it, of course they can back off. But if they are still obsessed, Grandfather, I can’t let them go."

Huo Yunjiao spoke slowly and deeply.

There was an inexplicable strangeness in his tone that clearly conveyed a sense of danger to people.

The old master’s lips pressed tightly together, his tone slightly heavy: "Do you not even care about the centennial agreement between the Huo Family and the Witch Clan?"

"Grandfather, why did the Huo Family sign a century-long agreement with them?"

Huo Yunjiao stared at his grandfather’s solemn expression, his deep eyes were like a cold bottomless pool.

The old master shook his head, his wise eyes resolute.

No mention was made of the century-long agreement with the Witch Clan nearly thirty years ago.

Huo Yunjiao slightly furrowed his eyebrows, tapping his slender fingers on his crossed knees.

Suddenly, his sexy lips curved into a barely noticeable smile: "Grandfather, if you don’t tell me, I can probably guess."

The old master’s eyes squinted slightly, still remaining silent.

Huo Yunjiao: "The Huo Family signed a century-long agreement with the Witch Clan twenty-nine years ago.

At that time, I had not been born yet, and I should have been in my mother’s belly. I was born in the second year after the agreement was signed.

So can I reasonably suspect that the agreement between the Huo Family and the Witch Clan was because of me?"

The old master’s eyes slightly trembled, and his hand holding the teacup shook.

He took a deep breath, looking into his grandson’s deep eyes: "Jiaojiao, don’t ask anymore."

Huo Yunjiao lowered his eyes, staring at the few drops of water that had overflowed from the teacup because of his grandfather’s trembling hand.

The tea had soaked into his grandfather’s soft clothing.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes dimmed slightly, his voice soft: "Alright, then I won’t ask."

He didn’t want to make his grandfather uneasy. These past few years, although the old man seemed sturdy, his health wasn’t what it once was due to old age.

"Jiaojiao, under what circumstances can you spare the Witch Clan?"

Huo Yunjiao lowered his eyes, hiding the dangerous light in them: "If the Witch Clan insists on sticking with the Nangong Family, I can’t let them go."

"I will personally talk to them about this issue and get them to abandon the Nangong Family."

The old master’s concession like this was truly bizarre.

Huo Yunjiao looked up, revealing disagreement in his eyes: "Grandfather, you taught me that if you don’t act decisively when you should, you will be in chaos. If you raise a tiger, you’ll court disaster."

He didn’t understand why his grandfather, known for his iron-fisted approach, was so lenient towards the Witch Clan.

Even if the agreement between the Huo Family and Witch Clan was because of him all those years ago.

Given the Witch Clan’s current actions, they had long stepped on the line of the Huo Family.

The old master smiled peacefully.

He told Huo Yunjiao in a earnest tone: "Jiaojiao, if the Witch Clan can be let go, let them go. Now is not the time to deal with them."

Huo Yunjiao raised his eyebrows slightly: "You mean, it will be possible in the future?"

"The time has not yet come."

The old master’s answer was ambiguous.

It was impossible to guess what he meant.

To some, it did not sound like he would be lenient towards the Witch Clan.

Seemingly thinking of something, the old master asked in a deep voice: "Jiaojiao, the four major families and six Aristocratic Families of Capital City are indispensable. If the Nangong Family leaves, which family can make up the number?"

"The Fu Family from the south."

Huo Yunjiao’s answer did not show any hesitation.

From the moment he decided to take action against the Nangong Family, he had already paved the way for a backup plan.