"Jing'er, did you come back to your maternal home this time because of Yingji's matter?" Family Head Zhao Chengwen asked with a smile.
"Old Ancestor." Zhao Yijing's expression bore a hint of grievance. "Previously, An Commandery Prince and the two Great Heavenly Prouds of the Wang family made a huge fuss in Shangjing City, directly intervening in the struggle for the Emperor's son, which has already had a significant impact on Cheng Si. How could Uncle Yingji do such a thing as to stab us in the back at this critical juncture?"
"Old Ancestor, why don't you write him a letter of reprimand, telling him not to mingle with the Wang family anymore?"
Talking about this matter, Zhao Chengwen's face also turned rather serious: "This is complicated. By rights, as a junior, you should not be privy to this. But now that it involves the struggle for the Emperor's son, that scandal can't be kept from you any longer."
