With red eyes, Xu Zhi said aggrievedly, "Father, how can there be such unreasonable people? Everyone knows what the situation is like in Wuzhou. After Brother Boyuan went there, he did his best to train those soldiers. It's already very difficult to preserve so many people in such a war. Why should Brother Boyuan bear the responsibility?"

Xu Rao said very seriously, "Xiao Jiu, you must remember what your father said. Sometimes those in power will do many things against their own wishes. They do these things in order to maintain balance. For this country, stability is the most important thing. And if you want stability, as the capital of this country, you must achieve a balance between the various forces and factions. Only when all these are balanced can there be a stable situation."

Xu Zhi didn't really understand Xu Rao's words, but she knew very well that her brother Boyuan was going to suffer this injustice.

Holding back her tears, Xu Zhi nodded to Xu Rao and said, "Father, no matter what, I must protect my brother Boyuan's life. Who knows what he looks like now?" As she finished speaking, Xu Zhi started crying again.

Xu Rao nodded and said, "Don't worry about that. With your father here, I won't let Boyuan suffer any losses."

As evening fell, it started snowing again. Xu Zhi stood on the porch, watching the swirling snowflakes, and began to think about the cake shop and the orphanage. Now, the cake shop was like a golden goose laying eggs, having accumulated a huge sum of money. It had become the target of many people's covetousness. Xu Zhi felt that she could no longer keep it in her hands. If she did, it might bring some trouble to her family.