Zhai Hao was a disciple from White Head Mountain. Compared with the others, he understood better that the Southern An Meng Family was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
After all, they were a great aristocratic clan and powerful family that could contend with, even suppress, Marquis Bei Ning's Lei Family despite holding only a mere countship.
Hearing this, the others also saw a glimmer of hope. They all eagerly wished that Meng Zhao had some way to help them weather this crisis. Unwittingly, their thoughts and intentions had already been seized, and they were gradually being influenced by Meng Zhao.
This was actually a very dangerous sign. It benefited Meng Zhao, but for the forces that had originally held an enormous advantage and the initiative, it was far from pleasant.
Still, even if they saw what was happening, these people could not say anything. Who told them they were incapable?
Since they could not solve the problem themselves, they had to accept it.
If Meng Zhao could help them, then even if he truly took the opportunity to force his way in and stand shoulder to shoulder with them, there was nothing they could do about it.
Meng Zhao smiled faintly. His violet eyes shone brilliantly, and his handsome, fair face was filled with confidence and high spirits.
"Of course. You should know that my eldest uncle is the Jianwu General, bearing a Subordinate Third Rank title. He is also the commanding general of the seventy thousand troops in the Northern Camp of Ji Prefecture. He has considerable connections in the military and once fought under the Right General.
"Furthermore, my eldest aunt is a noble daughter of the Kong Family. Through those marital ties, we can draw upon some of the Kong Family's influence in