The Ding Family was on good terms with Long Cheng, while the Zhuo Family bore an irreconcilable blood feud against him.
First, one of their direct descendants had been slain by Long Cheng in the battle at Mingxiu Lake. That was a blood debt.
Second, because of this, the Zhuo Family's reputation had been utterly tarnished and its influence had declined greatly, which in turn reduced its practical interests in every respect. How could they not hate Long Cheng?
Therefore, when the Ding Family Head recommended Long Cheng as an important pawn in seizing military authority, the Zhuo Family Head immediately objected.
Never mind how high-sounding the Xun Family Head's words had been just now, calling on everyone to cast aside all grudges and private enmities to face their common enemy, making himself seem selfless and sincere.
Anyone who truly believed him had simply been fooled.
If someone stabbed them in the back later, they could only blame their own stupidity for mistaking rhetoric for truth.
Of course, as one of the Upper Three Families, the Zhuo Family Head still had some regard for his reputation. His words were not baseless, but substantial enough that anyone listening could find some reasoning in them.
His central point was simple: Long Cheng's military talent was nothing but the moon reflected in water, flowers seen in a mirror. It was all the Ding Family Head's boasting. Who would dare entrust such an important matter to a man like that?
In ordinary times, it might have been one thing. But now, the opponents they faced included both the imperial clan and rebels and traitors like the Pudu Cult. If they acted without care or thought things through poorly, the price would be severe.
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