Suddenly, Zhao Butong stood up.
"I guess the old man should pay a visit to those two families."
Having lived for two hundred years, he initially didn’t want to ddle in these trivial matters, but he also sensed sothing amiss at the mont. For the sake of the family, he had to confirm things properly.
After all, among this group of old geezers, only a few happened to be available to act.
"Thank you, Clan Elder," said Patriarch Zhao Boqi, clasping his hands.
"Before that, you’d better think of a strategy. It won’t be long before Prince Cui finds out about this, and he’ll co with questions," Zhao Butong glanced at the current patriarch and said.
"If it cos to it, make a clean break. Even if we lose face, we must ensure the family’s developnt montum is unaffected."
"I understand," Zhao Boqi nodded.
If necessary, he will distance himself from Zhao Liang, the deceased father and son.
Admit guilt, but insist this matter has nothing to do with the Zhao Family; it’s all the unilateral act of the father and son, who kept everyone else in the dark.
Inside the 41st Flag Army base, Yang Zhen, Tiexin, and Song Changming t for tea.
These past few days, the three of them often gathered uneasily.
Previously, Xing Tiexin might have indulged in a little alcohol on such occasions, but now he only dared to follow Yang Zhen and Song Changming in having tea, abstaining completely from alcohol.
It showed that the pressures from the Zhao Family during this period weren’t small, and no matter how relaxed his heart might be, he had no desire to indulge in drinking now.
"Why is it that after creating so commotion upon entering the city, the Zhao Family has now quieted down?" Xing Tiexin said, suddenly frowning at the light green tea in his cup, sothing he really can’t get used to.
"Thank the Grand Marshal; without his shield, could we be this at ease?" Song Changming casually remarked, sipping his tea, feeling a subtle coolness spreading within.
Then, he felt a slight replenishnt of the spiritual power drained by his previous Qi Refining cultivation.
"It’s really good tea."
Song Changming savored the tea, knowing that these brewed leaves weren’t ordinary.
A few small leaves are worth several pieces of middle-grade Spirit Crystals, and they aren’t easily obtained from usual places.
These were naturally the fine items picked from Zhao Liang’s relics.
Not to ntion other properties, just the effect of accelerating spiritual power recovery surpasses many similar elixirs.
A cup of this tea after cultivation is utterly refreshing.
Of course, so can’t recognize its worth, like Xing Tiexin beside him.
"It’s not that simple. These past two days, because of this matter, quite a storm has stirred the entire city, involving every noble family and faction," Yang Zhen seed to have insider channels, knowing much intelligence.
"It couldn’t be, isn’t it just between us and the Zhao Family..." Xing Tiexin couldn’t help saying.
"It was, but not anymore," Yang Zhen took a sip of his tea and, feeling the good tea lanted, continued.
"Now both the Wang Family and ng Family have entered the stage, contesting with the Zhao Family!"
Xing Tiexin was surprised, unaware that this matter had evolved into inter-family disputes.
Song Changming was also sowhat surprised.
His surprise was that after only two days, the two top noble families, Wang and ng, had joined forces against the Zhao Family.
He understood well that the Wang Family’s action relied on Wang Tianshuang’s efforts.
And the ng Family’s involvent must have been aided by ng Yuan.
Yet with such a grand setup, they, who were supposed to be the core of the storm, now felt sowhat sidelined.
There must be sothing peculiar here.
"Perhaps the ability to involve so many factions indicates the focus had shifted away from the three of us..." Song Changming pondered inwardly.
He deduced those opposing the Zhao Family must have ulterior motives.
Their affairs seed more like a fuse, triggering the current turbulence among noble families.
Such developnt is indeed a blessing for the three of them.
With the Zhao Family targeted, naturally, they have no excess force to deal with the three of them.
For now, they are safe.
"The Zhao Family truly deserves it; wouldn’t it be better if it is suppressed so badly that it can’t recover? It should exit the ranks of top noble families!" Xing Tiexin clapped his hands, laughing sarcastically.
Upon hearing this good news, he felt delighted.
Back then, he narrowly escaped death at Zhao Zun’s hands and harbors no goodwill towards the Zhao Family, wishing for its complete downfall.
"That’s impossible. For a top noble family like the Zhao Family that has stood for a thousand years, they surely possess powerful ans of self-preservation. Even one bad incident wouldn’t cause their downfall," Yang Zhen, however, held no such hopes.
In his view, unless these top families commit so colossal mistake that drives all indigenous forces to attack unitedly, they can’t be destroyed.
Otherwise, even if severely injured, they can lay low and recuperate, soon recovering.
This incident is the sa; even with Wang and ng joining forces to knock Zhao Family, it isn’t fatal for the Zhao Family, barely qualifying as a crisis.
At least, for Yang Zhen now thinks so.
The only puzzle is Wang and ng Family’s true intentions clashing with Zhao Family.
What are their real motives?
He and Song Changming think alike, not believing it is just to save them.
They don’t have that much influence to drive two families into such big conflicts.
The two families must have other objectives.
In the past, for such grand scenes of family disputes, as an outsider, he wouldn’t bother understanding.
But this ti, they find themselves central to the events and must consider a way out, fearing to unknowingly step into a pitfall, becoming cannon fodder amid noble families.
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