Nianyang angrily said, "That’s bullshit! Stop making excuses for your selfishness, you’re insulting the sacred art of Traditional Chinese dicine. Its sanctity doesn’t require any lowly tactics to flourish. Only with diligence and a grounded approach can it truly revitalize!"
"Do you know why Traditional Chinese dicine is declining? It’s because of people like you who spoil the whole pot!"
Old Yu’s face turned red from being scolded by such a young girl. If he wasn’t in the wrong, he would surely have thrown a tantrum.
Wen Qingmu said coldly,
"Old Yu, with no dical ethics and brutal tactics, lacks the slightest bit of benevolence needed to be a practitioner and is unworthy to be the leader of the Traditional Chinese dicine Family. I hereby announce that I am officially replacing him. Does anyone object?"
The Traditional Chinese dicine Family was initially founded by Wen Qingmu, and everyone in the family recognizes him, so there were naturally no objections.
But Old Yu had objections. He’s been the leader for so many years, enjoying endless glory.
Now, being dethroned is undoubtedly torture.
He even shouted angrily, disregarding the hierarchy,
"No way, I’m the leader. You’ve been retired for eighteen years. Over these years, I’ve been diligently developing the Traditional Chinese dicine Family. This is the empire I stabilized; why should it be handed to you when you return?"
Wen Qingmu stood up, a commanding aura pressing in from all sides, his voice cold like jade beads falling onto a plate, each word distinct,
"Why? I think you’ve forgotten who elevated you to your current stature!"
Old Yu was stunned.
Wen Qingmu’s lip curved slightly into a beautiful arc, like rose petals, but his words were full of coldness.
"The SARS outbreak five years ago — if you hadn’t stolen my prescription, how could you have been hailed as a beacon of national heritage?
Old Yu, isn’t it uncomfortable to sit in a position you attained by taking my things?"
Old Yu was at a loss for words, and Wen Qingmu decisively summoned the castle guards to take Old Yu away using the evidence provided by Nianyang.
With the deeds Old Yu committed, he deserved to die a hundred tis over.
And so.
Nianyang’s biggest enemy was finally dealt with.
Wen Qingmu dismissed the elders and walked over to Nianyang, his mouth slightly twitching, "Satisfied?"
"Huh?"
Nianyang looked at Wen Qingmu in confusion, not understanding.
"I’ve helped you punish those who bullied you and eliminated the crisis, so will you now be willing to acknowledge as your master?"
Wen Qingmu asked lightly, with an almost imperceptible earnestness in his tone.
Nianyang raised her face with a smile, picked up the tea poured by the servant, and lifted it high, "This is tea for the Master, greetings, Master."
Wen Qingmu was slightly taken aback by Nianyang’s smile, a slight ache in his heart, so much like, exactly like Alan.
If Alan hadn’t died, this is how it would be now.
He composed himself, took the tea from Nianyang, and drank it in one go.
Li Tingyan spoke, "I am Nini’s fiancé. Since Nini calls you Master, I shall call you Master as well."
Wen Qingmu squinted slightly, "No need, I’ll only take one apprentice. You can just call Elder Wen."
Alright then.
Li Tingyan felt a bit dismissed.
Wen Qingmu said to Nianyang, "Since you’re my apprentice, I naturally must teach you my exclusive formulas. Co with ."
Nianyang told Li Tingyan to sit and wait for her, then turned to follow Wen Qingmu to a large back garden on the second floor.
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