Yu Xianghua's face was streaming with tears as she cried out in grief:
"Many thanks, Ancestor."
She was quickly taken away by someone. Li Chengliao appeared to be lost in thought before nodding and saying:
"My Lord's strategy... truly understands the fine art of manipulation."
Li Xijun nodded carelessly. Though the Yu family said nothing, no one could tell how much hatred they harbored in their hearts. It was not unusual for the Yu family to ingratiate themselves with the Li Family by sacrificing their own interests—if a hundred more did so, it would be no strange thing.
"Just use these people to supervise the seven families, let their resentment run its course. After all, their children now bear the Li surname; nominally, it's not our family that destroyed theirs. They have an excuse for comfort."
Though Li Xijun spoke so, inwardly he remained wary. He only spoke in a low voice to Li Chengliao:
