Zhao Zhongyu walked briskly into the study and dismissed the servants before saying, "I know, what are you in such a fluster for?"
Zhao Ji's expression was somewhat unsightly, "Why hasn't the clan informed us about such a significant matter?"
Zhao Zhongyu lifted his eyelids to look at him, "What do you think?"
Zhao Ji said directly, "Zhao Ming and his son have sided with her, joining forces to deal with us. Father, we are far away in Luoyang; who knows how much they have concealed from us."
Zhao Zhongyu asked him, "What do you intend to do?"
Zhao Ji opened his mouth, finally realizing his father's unusual attitude, and was silent for a while before he found his voice, asking with difficulty, "Father, are we just not going to do anything? Let them deceive us like this?"
Zhao Zhongyu coldly looked at this son of his, the anger building up inside his chest almost erupting, but he restrained it, his cheek moved slightly, growing colder, "What do you plan to do?"
