"However, are you prepared to become the enemy of the Aristocratic Families Under Heaven? The Northern Aristocratic Families are constrained by Chen Zichuan, and my Yang Family keeps the Guanxi noble family in check. We all know the drawbacks, yet we dare not raise the butcher's knife." Yang Biao said with a sardonic smile.
"You are the first aristocratic family member since Guangwu to ruthlessly use a blade against the aristocratic families, and you're the family head of the Aristocratic Yuan Family. Be grateful, for your status protects you; otherwise, you would have long met a tragic end on the streets!" Yang Biao leveled a gaze at Yuan Shu, brimming with unspoken scorn.
Yuan Shu's face was cold and severe, yet he said nothing. He finally understood why Chen Xi handed this matter to him at the city gate: to inform the Northern Aristocratic Families of this situation. It's likely that Chen Xi was also tired of their endless dithering.
