The two choices seemed to offer no escape for the Zhao Family, which was the very reason for Zhao Boqi's despair.
Zhao Boqi turned back to look at the angry Zhao Lie and Zhao Xinlei, and finally, his gaze fell on the clan elder, Zhao Butong.
The old man held his cane with both hands, seemingly aware of the desperate situation the Zhao Family faced.
"Boqi, you are the Patriarch of the Zhao Family, you decide," Zhao Butong sighed deeply, closing his weary eyes.
"Lay down your weapons," Zhao Boqi made his choice.
This might be the last order he issued as the Patriarch of the Zhao Family.
"A wise choice," the Jinyi Guard smiled faintly.
The gates of the Zhao Mansion opened, and Zhao Boqi led the Zhao family members out.
He finally understood why the Jinyi Guard said it was a wise choice.
Various streets in the Core District were already filled with a large number of officials and soldiers from the Prince's Mansion, ready to surround the Zhao Mansion tightly with just an order.
