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 meddle in these trivial matters, but he also sensed something amiss at the moment. 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 come with questions," Zhao Butong glanced at the current patriarch and said.
"If it comes to it, make a clean break. Even if we lose face, we must ensure the family's development momentum is unaffected."
"I understand," Zhao Boqi nodded.
If necessary, he will distance himself from Zhao Liang, the deceased father and son.
