— Ximen Clan —
Ximen Hao was usually busy working and learning the ropes of the heir position as usual. On the desk in his study, there were many petitions from various parts of the territories under the Ximen Clan's management.
"Ugh... what kind of petition is this?" Ximen Hao muttered after reading a certain petition on his desk.
"What's the matter, Young Master? Is there something wrong with the petition?" Ma Zhong, who stood beside him, asked curiously.
"Look at it yourself."
Ximen Hao handed the petition to his personal butler.
Ma Zhong received it and began reading. A moment later, his eyes turned cold.
"Preposterous!"
In anger, Ma Zhong was about to tear the petition apart, but a hand stopped him.
It was Ximen Hao, holding out his hand to signal Ma Zhong to stop before gesturing for the document to be returned.
"Don't be angry. Who knows? Maybe this can be useful later," Ximen Hao said with a smile.
[To: Patriarch Ximen Hong
