Yan Donglou let out a soft sigh and said, "That's why I said the person who laid out this scheme was ruthless. If we let someone else kill Li Wenjin, the world will think we willingly offered up Li Wenjin's head because we feared the Song Clan's power. Then our Yan Clan's reputation for weakness and incompetence would be set in stone. The matter has already spread like boiling oil, and everyone in Tiandu sympathizes with that violated girl, Li Wan, and the Li Clan. If Li Wenjin dies at the hands of our Yan Family, I'm afraid the people of Tiandu will hate us even more than they hate that great thief, Hong Hai'er, won't they?"
"At that time, who would still be willing to partner with the Yan Clan? Who would still fear the Yan Clan's authority? The Song Clan already loathes us, and even His Majesty won't look kindly upon us. But if we desperately protect Li Wenjin, then we'll offend the Song Clan to the death. Never mind anyone else—even General Song Yu will likely enter a Never-ending Battle with our Yan Family. We're caught between a rock and a hard place."
Uncle Yan Tao and Uncle Yan felt stifled too. They had been used this time, turned into a dagger aimed at the Song Family, yet they had no idea who was pulling the strings from behind the scenes.
Such a thing had never happened before.
The Yan Family had always been the ones using others. How could they have been used to this extent?
"Where on earth did that child Xiang Ma go?" Uncle Yan Tao sighed softly.
Crack!
A priceless post-rain-clear-sky long-necked vase was smashed to pieces.
Everyone in the residence knew that this was General Song Yu's favorite piece of porcelain. He