These days, Ji Yiyuan was nearly driven mad.
Last month, the incident at the Ancient Martial World auction terrified the main house of the Ji Family, prompting them to recall all the ancient martial artists stationed in the imperial capital and to sever ties with him.
And after Ji Tianhao was crippled by Yue Fuyi, the newly appointed head of the family didn’t see him in a good light either.
Without any resources coming in, Ji Yiyuan felt an enormous psychological gap, and he was in a bad place.
To Ji Yiyuan, controlling the Ji Family in the imperial capital meant nothing; he wanted to enter the Ancient Martial World.
Having witnessed the miraculous existence of ancient martial arts, how could anything ordinary catch Ji Yiyuan’s eye?
But now, because of Ji Tianhao’s audacity and having offended a big shot in the Ancient Martial World, his grand dream had turned into an illusion.
Ji Yiyuan’s teeth itched with hatred.
He was never particularly talented in research; his achievements were due to having recruited a number of elite researchers to work for him, which earned him quite a few merit points.
Yet Wen Fengmian had barely returned and had already undertaken several experiments, almost making it into the top thirty of the Merit List.
Who was in the top thirty of the Merit List?
Those were people from the last century in the Ji Family, many of whom had become memorial tablets now.
Wen Fengmian hadn’t even reached fifty years old!
Ji Yiyuan simply couldn’t imagine how low his status at the Research Institute would be in the future.
On the sickbed, the old man’s face was still purple, and he was having an increasingly hard time breathing.
Soon, doctors and nurses came in, immediately started resuscitation with the equipment, and attached an oxygen mask.
This was a hospital room specially allocated by the Research Institute, so Ji Yiyuan of course didn’t dare to stop the doctors and nurses from saving the patient.
He barged in only to pin the crime on Ji Yihang and take him away.
There was chaos in the sickroom.
After timely resuscitation, the old man finally gasped for breath, and the purple on his face slowly faded.
But the next second, before he could even speak, he completely passed out.
"The medicine definitely isn’t the problem; it must have been tampered with. See? This is your husband, plotting against his own father-in-law," Ji Yiyuan suppressed his excitement and kicked a man when he was down, "He clearly wants his father-in-law dead, so he can take over the inheritance!"
Madam Ji rebuked angrily, "Ji Yiyuan!"
Even though Madam Ji’s father had retired, he was once the deputy director, and his merits were also very high.
Upon receiving the news from the hospital room, a deputy director from the Inner Court, accompanied by the Guard Squad, arrived immediately.
Even though Madam Ji emphasized repeatedly that the medicine was not a problem, Ji Yihang was still detained.
"Madam, I’m fine," Ji Yihang spoke, "You take good care of Dad, absolutely don’t let anything happen to him. If I have to face some punishment, it’s okay."
With the changing of powers in the Ancient Martial World main house, Ji Yiyuan was already beginning to lose his footing.
The Research Institute only cared about strength and would not listen to one-sided words.
Before Madam Ji could stop them, Ji Yihang was taken away.
"Sister-in-law, let me give you a piece of advice," Ji Yiyuan finally revealed a smile, his tone laced with mockery, "At least I share blood with Ji Yihang, and I won’t push him to death, but Miss Yan is different."
"So, even if you escape this time, you’ll need to be more respectful to Miss Yan in future. If you offend Miss Yan, there will be no one to treat your illnesses."
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