Two months later.
Moonlake Commandery City.
The Yang Household's main hall.
"Young Master Zhou, what brings you to our Yang Household?"
Yang Wenfeng sat in the seat of honor and looked at Zhou Shaocheng with a faint smile.
Even their former patriarch still has to manage the Yang Household's affairs. They really are going downhill. But that suits our Zhou Household perfectly.
With that thought, Zhou Shaocheng cupped his hands. "Patriarch Yang, I won't beat around the bush. I've come to ask for the Yang Household's support."
Yang Wenfeng was not surprised. Zhou Shaocheng's impeccable manners and respectful tone, however, made him reflect that the Zhou Household raised its younger generation far better than the Su Household did.
He remained silent, tapping his knuckles lightly against the armrest.
Seeing this, Zhou Shaocheng continued, "I understand your concerns, Patriarch Yang. You fear ending up beyond all hope of recovery.
"But forgive my bluntness: no top aristocratic clan of sixth rank or higher in the Commandery Seat, including the Yang Household, can escape this conflict.
"As far as I know, the Su Household already holds a grudge against you. If they happen to win the struggle between our two households, we have ways to preserve ourselves. At worst, we can seal our gates with formations for several decades and recuperate.
"But your Yang Household, unless I'm mistaken, will certainly face a reckoning within a few years.
"Even if they don't slaughter your entire household overnight, they'll carve away your flesh with a dull knife until nothing remains."
Yang Wenfeng drew his brows together in a slight frown. "Aren't you being rather alarmist, Young Master Zhou?"
"You know in your heart whether I am, Patriarch Yang. I won't belabor the point." Perfectly composed, Zhou Shaocheng lifted the cup from the tea table and