Setting aside Jia Zhen's status as the clan leader, even now, Duke Rong's Mansion needs the support of Ningguo's Mansion to build the Provincial Villa.
At this time, to fall out with Jia Zhen over a mere concubine son truly wasn't worth it.
"Humph! Suit yourselves! Anyway, I, Jia She, have no say in the Jia family!"
Jia She knew in his heart that he couldn't offend Ning Mansion, but he wasn't willing to let it go, so he simply flicked his sleeve and left.
Jia Zhen: ...Really, it's not my idea, so why are they all coming at me?!
He too was a poor soul oppressed by his own father, wasn't he?!
Jia Zhen grumbled to himself, but obediently scurried off to do his father's bidding.
In less than half a day's time, without Jia Cong's knowledge, he was handover to a new father.
"Father?"
Jia Cong slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself lying in an unfamiliar room.
Though the room seemed simple, every detail hinted at refinement.
