In the Murong Prince Mansion at East of the River, an elder clad in purple-gold resplendent attire sternly planted his dragon-headed cane into the ground.

    "The heavens must truly be turned upside down, for a mere scion of an Aristocratic Clan to dare such arrogance. Not content with killing a man, he even sent the head over—this is clearly a disregard for my Murong Prince Mansion!"

    This coldly rebuking elder was none other than the current old family head of the Murong Prince Mansion, Murong Tongming.

    Although Murong Tongming was already past seventy, being a Martial Artist and a Huajin Grandmaster meant his physique was still remarkably robust and his spirit vigorous.

    Murong Hai said, "Although we have little contact with the Fen Family of Jiangnan, they are, after all, representing our Murong family. This is something our prince''s mansion cannot overlook!"

    The several members of the Fen Family seated below nodded incessantly, but at this moment, they did not dare to speak rashly before the senior members of the main house.

    Murong Hai turned his head and asked a lean man below, "Has the background of that Ye surname brat been clarified after a night?"

    The lean man immediately bowed, "Replying to the young house lord, it has been investigated, but..."

    "But what? Speak quickly!" old family head Murong Tongming demanded in a vehement tone.

    "Yes!"

    The lean man dared not hesitate any longer and promptly said, "After a night''s searching, even calling upon our networks and informants in the imperial city, we have come up completely empty. Although there is an Aristocratic Clan named Ye in the imperial city, that brat does not come from the Imperial City Ye Family."

    Murong Hai coldly huffed, "You''ve found nothing? How can there be nothing? Could that brat have sprung from a stone?"

    The lean man, serving as a strategist for the Murong Prince Mansion and holding a folding fan, pondered and said, "We only discovered last night that this brat suddenly appeared in the Hong Family of Jiangdu three months ago, seemingly brought back by that old coot Hong Zhenguo."

    Murong Hai demanded, "Since he was brought back by the Hong Family, have you asked those from the Hong Family?"

    "We''ve asked. There are also our prince''s mansion''s informants in the Hong Family. According to their servants, they don''t know the origins of Ye Feng either. As for Hong Zhenguo, given his special status, it''s problematic for us to address him directly."

    Murong Tongming asked in a deep voice, "What is the relationship between that Ye surname brat and the Hong Family?"

    "According to the servants of the Hong Family, that brat is their son-in-law, and the powerful families of Jiangdu refer to him as the Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family. So far, this is all we''ve managed to find. As for his background before three months ago, I am incapable, and was unable to discover anything!"

    After speaking, the military advisor of the Murong Prince Mansion bowed and retreated to the side.

    Murong Tongming pondered, his mind unclear as to what the King of East River was thinking.

    Murong Hai snorted coldly, "Father, although we can''t figure out this person''s exact background, from the current intelligence, he definitely is not one of those aloof scions from the imperial Aristocratic Clans. Even if he were, he surely wouldn''t be from the Direct Lineage, so there is truly no need for concern. We..."

    Before he could finish, Murong Tongming immediately raised his hand to interrupt, demonstrating the capacities that let him firmly hold the reins of power in East of the River.

    "Our Gusu Murong Family, although descended from imperial royalty, is not as prominent as in days past. I, although titled the King of East River, still must exercise careful prudence!"

    Having said this, Murong Tongming suddenly swept his Great Hand, stating, "First, send those two retainers from the prince''s mansion, declaring the name of our mansion, to probe the other party''s reality before making a decision!"

    Hong Qingyan went downstairs. No sooner had she left than a stretched Bentley roared up to the house.

    Immediately afterward, a burly and muscular man jumped out of the front passenger seat. Without a word, he kicked down the villa''s wrought iron gate with a loud bang.

    "How audacious! Daring to cause trouble at such an important place, have you grown weary of living?"

    Sima Zhantian leaped out, his veins bulging all over, looking ready to explode with anger. Had it not been for Xiao Chuanqi holding him back, the hot-tempered man might have started throwing punches then and there.

    At that moment, a tall man in olive drab military pants and combat boots, wearing sunglasses, casually stepped out from the back seat of the Bentley.

    "It''s Jiang Yicai from the Southern Territory. Any irrelevant people, clear off to one side," he commanded.

    Jiang Yicai slightly lowered his sunglasses, giving Sima Zhantian a disdainful glance, and then snorted coldly, "Of course, if you''re tired of living, you''re welcome to come at me!"

    "You loser Dingxi, you think you''re worthy of yelling here? I''ll crush you first!" Sima Zhantian bellowed in rage.

    But Xiao Chuanqi was the first to speak, "Sir, may I ask your identity from the Southern Territory?"

    Compared to the simple-minded and irascible Sima Zhantian, Xiao Chuanqi was obviously much more cautious.

    Jiang Yicai swept Xiao Chuanqi with a glance, again showing a look of contempt in his eyes. As the Deputy Commander of the Southern Territory, he always looked down on these so-called commoners, seemingly carrying an innate sense of superiority.

    "My identity is not something for two guard dogs like you to know. Is that Ye fellow inside? Tell him to roll out here!" Jiang Yicai shouted loudly.

    Xiao Chuanqi was also angered, unable to maintain his temper so he clenched his fists, ready to strike.

    Just then, Ye Feng''s voice leisurely drifted from inside the hall.

    "Since he is from the Southern Territory, he''s barely qualified enough. Let him in to speak!" From the sound of it, Ye Feng was having breakfast.

    Xiao Chuanqi held back, glaring as he spoke, "Aren''t you going inside to pay respects to our master?"

    "Pay respects to your master? Quite the bold statement. Let''s see if your master really does have three heads and six arms!"

    Jiang Yicai snorted and strutted in with his entourage in tow.

    Then he saw a young man, who appeared to be several years his junior, sitting in the dining room having breakfast.

    "Are you Ye Feng, the so-called Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family?" Jiang Yicai stood firm in the hall like a javelin.

    Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, he was drinking porridge. Without looking up, he said, "I have one question for you. You have a status, but today, are you here representing the Southern Territory, or are you here on behalf of the Jiang Family?"

    Jiang Yicai stared coldly at him, sneering, "I''d like to ask you, if I represent the Southern Territory, what would you do? And if I''m here for the Jiang Family, what then?"

    Ye Feng put down his chopsticks and said, "If representing the Southern Territory, out of respect for that person from the Southern Territory, I would let you leave upright. And if it''s for the Jiang Family..."

    "What then?" Jiang Yicai''s face was full of mockery.