Old Master Xun was advanced in years, and his health and energy were far inferior to what they had once been. Listening to the two men bicker, his head buzzed. He slapped the table and said,
"Enough. You two are both men in your fifties or sixties already—what are you arguing for? That brat Meng Zhao is not easy to deal with. His intentions are obvious: he merely wants to further deepen his ties with us, thereby gaining our support to help him seize military authority.
"The question is whether we should agree. What would we gain if we agreed? What would happen if we refused? That is what we ought to be considering."
Compared with the venerable, respected figure he appeared to be in public, Old Master Xun now seemed more like an elder to the heads of the Ding Family and Zhuo Family. Their relationship was clearly no ordinary one.
Nor were the Ding Family Head and Zhuo Family Head as irreconcilable as fire and water as they appeared before outsiders.
It was truly hard to believe, considering they had fallen out not long ago over Dragon City and Zhuo Mufeng.
The Ding Family Head curled his lip. Though he had grumbled a few times just now, he was not about to let it delay serious matters.
The Zhuo Family Head nodded. Stroking the tabby cat on his lap, he pondered aloud,
"Actually, what Old Ding and I discussed just now was not entirely useless. At the very least, we must first understand why Meng Zhao is doing this.
"Wouldn't his chances of success be higher if he sought to marry a daughter from just one family?
"Yet now it is three families. It is precisely this abnormality that makes it difficult for me to grasp what that