"The dead are never as important as the living!" Jiang Yashuang smiled. His eyes seemed to have eternal ice, without any warmth. He stood with his hands behind his back. He wore a blue shirt and a jade belt, and his demeanor was elegant. He said calmly, "So after my eldest uncle and my third uncle conspired to murder my sister and her companions, you want to request grandfather and my youngest grand uncle to give the military power of the Western Army to your branches! Because you ...