After a long silence, Meng Zhao looked at Lü Yue, who was beside himself with rage, his eyes bloodshot, and sighed.
If he backed down now, even someone as fiercely loyal as Lü Yue would likely take issue with him.
Still, even if he was going to clash with Hu Yingming, he could not act blindly. He needed someone to back him up.
Meng Zhao made up his mind. Rising from his chair, he pressed Lü Yue down into a seat, poured him a cup of tea, and soothed him, "Calm down first. Look at yourself—what have you become?
How is Uncle Zhong's injury? Is it serious?"
Distracted by Meng Zhao's interruption, Lü Yue's emotions, steeped in indignation and agitation, subsided somewhat.
Taking the tea, he said worriedly, "The messenger said it was nothing too serious. The other side clearly feared our Meng Family and did not dare strike too ruthlessly.
But my foster father is already advanced in years, and he has old injuries as well. Now that he has been injured again, his vitality will surely be greatly damaged."
Meng Zhao understood. It was one thing that someone had aided Bai Yang.
More importantly, they had injured Lü Zhong, making it difficult for someone as purely filial as Lü Yue to control his emotions.
This was also one of Lü Yue's defining traits: absolute loyalty and absolute filial devotion.
Whether as elders or leaders, people were bound to like, draw close to, and trust such a person.
Meng Zhao regarded Lü Yue as a right-hand man who would one day support him. He would not let Lü Yue grow disheartened, so he replied firmly, "Rest assured, this matter will not end so easily. If Hu Yingming dares to strike on the first day of the lunar month, then