Following Chen Zhongxiang's gaze, everyone turned their attention to the Chen Family Head, Chen Lingzhen.
Chen Lingzhen had been listening with his eyes closed, not even opening them once. At that moment, he seemed to sense something, and his drooping eyelids fluttered open slightly. In that instant, two beams of light seemed to flash through the ancestral hall. They were as bright as lamps but vanished in a heartbeat.
"What do you all think?" Chen Lingzhen's gaze swept over everyone present before he finally spoke. "Everyone, share your thoughts. I'm listening."
Hearing this, the attendees looked at one another, but no one dared to speak first.
Just then, Chen Zhongyu, the fourth son of the Chen Family, stood up from his seat, his expression grim. "Eldest Brother, Second Brother, everyone," he began. "This matter is Third Brother's fault. Anyone who isn't a fool can see that.
