Though helpless, that was reality. They had once still counted as partners, but now the Yanping Commandery Prince's Mansion could only be considered Meng Zhao's subordinate, a faction of supporters. The hierarchy was clear, and the disparity in strength immense.
Compared to Beitang Ang's resentment and dissatisfaction toward Meng Zhao, Beitang He was far calmer and more rational.
After all, Beitang Ang had long since handed every affair of the County King's Mansion over to Beitang He to manage. He himself cared only for revelry and drowning in debauchery, having long lost even the most basic judgment and keenest instincts.
"Father, I think this matter may not necessarily have anything to do with Meng Zhao. But he should know some of the inside story. Perhaps he can still save us."
Though Beitang He currently possessed limited information, he knew that Meng Zhao was an exceedingly intelligent man with formidable methods, one who would never act without cause or waste effort for nothing.
Take this time, for instance. Without any warning, he had sent word to the father and son through the Meng Family, informing them that someone intended to poison them, even dispatching three divine physicians as corroboration. What was his purpose?
If he wanted to kill the two of them, there was no need whatsoever to use such filthy, despicable means as poison. With Meng Zhao's Peerless Divine Skill as it stood now, he could silently enter the City Lord's Mansion, slaughter every last one of them, and raise no alarm at all.
A Great Grandmaster—no, even if he was not a Great Grandmaster, the Peerless Grandmaster cultivation Meng Zhao had previously displayed would have been enough.
If he wanted to subdue them, however, poisoning them and driving them into a corner, plunging them into utter despair before rescuing