Zhong Xingxiao, upon hearing this, felt his legs go weak. First, his sister, the Empress Dowager of Yan, betrayed their allied nation, giving Zhou the excuse to station troops at the borders of Yan. Hardly managing to stabilize Zhou with the concept of 'betting on the nation' for the common people and soldiers, now his own guard attempted to assassinate a high official of the Zhou Court. This was akin to handing Zhou a sword to slay Yan!
A hundred years from now, the Zhong siblings would likely drown in a sea of spit, and their clan could never raise their heads again.
Sitting down heavily on a chair, Zhong Xingxiao only trembled inside. The more he thought about it, the more he felt worried less about the Zhong clan's disgrace and more about whether he himself could survive.
