Xu Mingwei and the others returned to the residence with Yang Zhao and immediately took their leave.
"My worthy son-in-law, this was not my wish. I knew nothing of what happened today either." Yang Zhao looked embarrassed.
Xu Mingwei nodded. "Rest assured, Father-in-law. You are you, and the Yang Household is the Yang Household."
Yang Zhao opened his mouth to speak, but he did not know what to say, leaving him in a difficult position.
He knew that although Xu Mingwei and the others had escaped a scare without harm today, a grudge had already taken root. Whether the two households would face each other with swords drawn and bows bent or shake hands and make peace would depend on the choices each side made.
"A Yuan, about what you mentioned earlier..."
"Uncle Yang, let us leave that aside for now."
Xu Mingyuan had once discussed with Yang Zhao his intention to expand some of the Xu Household's businesses to the Commandery Seat. But now, both Xu Mingwei and Xu Mingyuan were holding back a bellyful of anger toward the Yang Household.
How could they possibly choose to cooperate with the Yang Household again?
"Very well." Yang Zhao felt helpless.
He saw them into their carriage. Just as they were about to depart, Yang Shihui rode up on horseback.
"Brother Mingwei, my grandfather asked me to bring this. He insisted that I deliver it into your hands."
"Eldest Uncle?" Yang Zhao was somewhat surprised.
"That is right." Yang Shihui nodded, then cupped his fists. "Brother Mingwei, Brother Mingyuan, please do not hold today's events against us. Factions abound within the Yang Household as well.
"Well, I must return and report now. If you visit the Commandery Seat again, I will be sure to entertain you properly."
With that, Yang Shihui