Chapter 146: I want the spirit tablet of the Old Master enshrined in the Duke of Wei

Through their contact over this period, Chen Tongyuan knew very well that this rebellious son would not release the hawk until he saw the rabbit.

If he wanted him to do things, he had to pay a sufficient price!

"I was just saying the Duke of Wei had improved..."

Chen Yan pursed his lips and smiled faintly, sarcastically: "You could see through my routine so quickly!"

There was not the slightest intention to cover it up.

Anyway, the two sides were old acquaintances who had "sincerely cooperated" so many times...

"I am not in the mood to be teased by you!"

Chen Tongyuan felt a surge of anger in his heart, tried his best to calm his anger, and said in a low voice: "Hurry up and say what you want me to do!"

"If you want me to take action, it's actually not difficult..."

Chen Yan rubbed his chin, fell into thought, his brain spinning rapidly, searching for something of value in Chen Tongyuan's hands.

A moment later, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something, and he said loudly: "I want the spirit tablet of the Old Master enshrined in the Duke of Wei's mansion!"

"What did you say?!"

"What did you say you want?!"

Chen Tongyuan was startled, stood up abruptly, and said in surprise.

His volume also increased instantly.

He became visibly incomparably excited.

Wen Run saw this and immediately guarded in front of Chen Yan to prevent Chen Tongyuan from doing anything extreme.

"Why are you so startled?"

"Isn't it just wanting the Old Master's spirit tablet!"

Chen Yan took in this scene, curled his lips, pushed Wen Run away, looked at Chen Tongyuan, and said nonchalantly: "Look at how stimulated you are..."

He paused, then scolded: "You have no composure at all!"

It wasn't like he was asking him to hang himself; was there a need to be so noisy?

"Chen Yan, do you want to hear what you are saying!" Chen Tongyuan shouted at the top of his lungs.

What do you mean no composure?

Was that an unimportant object?

That was the spirit tablet of the Old Master who founded the Duke of Wei's mansion!

"Duke of Wei, straighten out your position..."

Chen Yan's expression sank, and he reminded coldly: "You must be clear, it is not I who am negotiating with you now, but you who are begging for help!"

With this situation, one would think it was he, Chen Yan, who was begging for help!

"I..."

Chen Tongyuan was instantly returned to his original form, his momentum weakened by seven or eight parts, but he still said stubbornly: "Absolutely impossible!"

"The Old Master's spirit tablet is not up for negotiation!"

Having the Old Master's relics taken away was barely acceptable.

But if the spirit tablet was also taken away...

"It doesn't matter!"

Chen Yan shrugged and said nonchalantly: "Anyway, I am quite happy that Chen Cijiu is dead..."

"As for who killed him, I don't care!"

"Let the murderer go unpunished, and let your precious son die with regrets!"

Whether his good second brother was dead or alive, or in pieces, Chen Yan could accept it...

But whether some stubborn people could accept it was none of his business!

"Chen Yan, change to another one!"

Chen Tongyuan clenched his fists, tried to make a compromise, and said: "You want gold and silver, you want farmland, you want industry, I can give them all to you, even the deed to the State Duke Mansion!"

The price could be paid; so much had already been taken away before, so a little more didn't matter...

Even if the State Duke Mansion was handed over, he would not hesitate.

But the Old Master's spirit tablet was absolutely not allowed!

"What do I want those things for?"

Chen Yan was amused and asked back: "Duke of Wei, do you think I am very short of them?"

He paused, then continued: "Why don't you use those useless eyes of yours to look left and right?"

"The thing my residence is least short of is those vulgar objects!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and his fingertips swept across the reception hall.

Gold, silver, jade, all kinds of porcelain, sandalwood carvings—it could be said that everything was available.

Raiding a house always yielded things he liked...

Furthermore, with the successive launch of the brothel reform and the salt industry, there would be a continuous and massive influx of gold and silver treasures into the Chen residence.

Giving those now, how would it be any different from chicken ribs?

"Is there no room for negotiation?" Chen Tongyuan tried to struggle.

"No!" Chen Yan blurted out.

"What use do you have for the Old Master's spirit tablet?" Chen Tongyuan took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

He really didn't understand why this rebellious son had changed his taste recently, always staring at the Old Master's things and not letting go...

"Enshrinement!"

Chen Yan blinked and laughed.

He paused, then said meaningfully: "You, Chen Tongyuan, are an unfilial son, but I, Chen Yan, am a loyal and filial grandson!"

"I should offer incense to the Old Master from time to time to fulfill my filial piety..."

Chen Yan said it with such resounding force and righteousness.

In fact, it was all bullshit.

He hadn't even met that Old Master Chen, so of course, it could only be that he had other plans...

"You... loyal and filial?"

Chen Tongyuan repeated those two words, truly amused, and asked: "Then how did Kaiyuan die?"

"And how did Zhiyun die?"

Having lived for so many years, he had never seen such a thick-skinned and shameless person.

Being so inhumane, heartless, and unrighteous, how could he have the face to talk about loyalty and filial piety?

"I am the legitimate grandson of the Old Master, so of course I can bear the two words loyalty and filial piety!"

Chen Yan didn't change his expression, smiled indifferently, and said loudly.

He paused, then asked back seriously: "As for Chen Kaiyuan, didn't he hang himself out of fear of crime?"

"Wasn't Chen Zhiyun killed by her own precious son?"

Chen Mouren expressed deep pain for the tragic deaths of his good second uncle and good aunt.

But what did it have to do with him?

Chen Yan's hands hadn't even been stained with a single drop of blood from his own flesh and blood!

"Your skin is thicker than the city wall!" Chen Tongyuan heard this and gritted his teeth.

"Thanks for the compliment!"

Chen Yan was not ashamed but proud, and laughed: "Alright, just say whether you will give it or not?"

"Don't beep and whine there; I don't have the patience to play with you anymore..."

As he spoke, he yawned.

It wasn't early anymore; with the time to bicker, it would be better to go to bed early and hold a woman.

Chen Tongyuan stared fixedly at Chen Yan, and after a long period of ideological struggle and silence, he made a difficult decision: "Give!"

"I'll give it, okay!"

"The Old Master's spirit tablet is yours!"

His own enshrinement was enshrinement, and giving it to this rebellious son to enshrine was also enshrinement; it was far less important than finding the real murderer...

At worst, after giving it, he would ask a master to re-carve a spirit tablet.

"That's right..."

Chen Yan nodded with satisfaction, a flash of cunning crossed his eyes, and he said playfully: "I want the Old Master's spirit tablet to be sent to the Chen residence with gongs and drums at noon from the Duke of Wei's mansion!"

What use was a wooden tablet?

He could carve countless ones at will...

But that spirit tablet was for people to see; it represented political meaning, which Chen Tongyuan couldn't imagine.

Especially the request to send it with gongs and drums was to let everyone in Chang'an know, and to let it reach the ears of the Old Master's old troops...

To let them know who exactly was the legitimate successor of the Old Pillar of State.

"Chen Yan, don't push your luck!" Chen Tongyuan's face turned iron-blue, and he said sternly.

"Coincidentally, that is precisely what I like to do the most..." Chen Yan shrugged and said playfully.

He paused, then continued: "Duke, just say whether you agree or not?"

His tone was extremely calm, but between the lines, it was all threats.

"You... agree!"

"Everything is according to you!"

"Can you do it now?"

Chen Tongyuan felt a blockage in his chest, but had to compromise, gritting his teeth: "When can you go investigate the case?"

"It's already late today; we'll talk about it tomorrow morning..."

"Anyway, the person is already dead, so there is no need to rush for a moment!"

Chen Yan yawned long again, waved his hand casually, and ordered Wen Run: "See the guest out!"

The next day.

Early morning.

Duke of Wei's mansion.

Outside the main gate.

"I didn't expect that one day I would come to this Duke of Wei's mansion, and it would be to investigate the murderer who killed Chen Cijiu..."

"It is truly sigh-inducing!"

Chen Yan looked at the mansion hung with white cloth, exhaled a turbid breath, and sighed.

"Young Master, are you really prepared to help the Duke of Wei find the real murderer?"

"And bring them to justice?"

Zhu Yi leaned forward and asked curiously.

"What are you thinking?"

Chen Yan put his hand on his shoulder, smiled, and lowered his voice: "Someone killed Chen Cijiu, which can be considered a generous gift to me..."

"How can we return evil for good?" ===== CHAPTER 147 =====