Zhang Gaqi flared with rage, his face turning red. "He's your own nephew! The Pacifying Border King and his son plotted against him and even killed his father—were they supposed to make him bind his own hands and meekly wait for death?"
Zhang Gaqi's voice brimmed with fury. Killing Intent swirled in his eyes, and both of them had turned red.
"He should have died in the northern lands. He should have been crushed beneath the Pacifying Border Prince's Mansion. Otherwise, how could he have created such a disastrous mess and dragged the hundreds of thousands of people in our Eight Great Families into such a passive position?" Zhang Shenqi's voice was full of cold cruelty.
"Don't forget, Eldest Brother was killed because of you. If you hadn't reported him, how could he have died?" Zhang Gaqi's voice was full of disappointment.
"I did it for the lives of the hundreds of thousands in the Eight Great Families as well. We can't sacrifice every one of us and sink the great ship that is the Eight Great Families for the sake of his one life." Zhang Shenqi's voice was stern.
"But he's your own nephew! Besides, there is more than one way to settle the situation in the northern lands!" Zhang Gaqi's voice was filled with grief.
"Heh heh! Everything you say is right, but this method is the simplest one. So long as Zhang Chen dies, our Zhang Family can send direct descendants to take over everything in the northern lands and bring them back under the control of the main family. The Eight Great Families will once more stand as firm as Mount Tai. What is wrong with sacrificing one man to preserve the entire family?" Zhang Shenqi said calmly, as though nothing could shake him.
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