Ye Ling's Secret
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Ye Ling tilted his head and looked at her. Under the moonlight, Shen Qianshu's face was pale, tender, and beautiful. Light reflected off it like jelly. But her eyes were very determined as if there was rooted duckweed in it. Ye Ling paused and said, "The Ye Family has a tradition. Inheritance is passed to the eldest son and eldest grandson. Whatever everyone else gets depends on the mood of the person who got the inheritance. Furthermore, the Ye Family is large, so relations are complicated. There are tons of people who wish I don't have a child."
It was a simple explanation, and Shen Qianshu understood. What an innocent disaster.
Ye Ling explained clearly that Tong Hua should not be in any more danger.
"The traditions in your family are weird. In the feudal dynasty of China, there is a tradition of passing on to the able and worthy instead of the eldest. Why does your family pass on to the eldest child?"