The next day when Chen Xi held the alliance meeting again, the Zhen family's host had already been replaced by Zhen Yan. It was clear that the Zhen family was ready to stand out among the ordinary. Now, it didn't matter whether one was born of the legal wife or not. From a bloodline perspective, Zhen Yan was the closest to Zhen Yi.
"Greetings, Marquis Chen!" Zhen Yan bowed, neither servile nor overbearing. Did the Zhen family foresee that this day might come?
"Boyao, congratulations." Chen Xi cupped his hands with a smile. Zhen Yan's age was slightly older than his, but if Zhen Yan becomes the head of the family, the Zhen family would inherit the paused titles and official position of Two Thousand Bushels.
"Marquis Chen is joking." Zhen Yan shook his head gently, but there wasn't much worry on his face; the slight drooping of his eyelids already indicated his mood.
