People often said: A cunning rabbit has three burrows.
Even rabbits knew to build three burrows to save their lives. With so many people in the Zhao Family, what was wrong with finding one more backer?
Although the Zhao Family had stood steadfastly on the side of the Xifeng imperial clan for centuries, when the Song rebels grew powerful, they had secretly sent over the Saint's Ink Stone they had painstakingly acquired, as a gesture of goodwill. Heaven knew, earth knew, the Song Clan knew, and they knew themselves—so how had even that little bastard Yan Xiangma found out?
Back then, which family hadn't sent gifts to the Song residence? Which clan hadn't wanted some overt or covert connection with the Song Clan?
But who could have imagined that the colossal Song Clan would collapse just like that?
And who could have imagined that Yan Xiangma would get his hands on that matter?
The Zhao Clan was different from the other families. It was hailed as the foremost family protecting the emperor. Even if everyone in the world betrayed him, the Zhao Clan would still choose to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Chu Clan. Unlike the Song Clan and the Cui Clan, the Zhao Clan had never produced a profusion of outstanding talents. The only thing they could rely on was this unwavering loyalty.
If Prince Hui found out that they had once done such a thing, the glory and riches the Zhao Clan had only just obtained would probably turn into fleeting clouds, wouldn't they?
"What do you want?" Zhao Dexiang merely stared coldly at Yan Xiangma without speaking, his heart growing a little flustered. He asked again, "He knew that he had already lost this confrontation. Yan Xiangma had come to disrupt matters at this moment, clearly