“Grand-uncle, I can repair the magic array and make it even more effective than before,” Su Ruojin whispered in Zhao Guangtao’s ear.
Besides members of the Zhao family, so many outsiders have also come to the Zhao family's treasure vault this time. The traps and formations that were once set up outside the Zhao family's treasure vault have obviously become ineffective.
These mechanisms and formations were set up by a master craftsman found by the Zhao family ancestors. Now, hundreds of years have passed, and the master craftsman is probably no longer alive. Zhao Guangtao doesn't know where to find another master craftsman to restore the mechanisms and formations.
Now, upon suddenly hearing Su Ruojin say that she could repair the mechanism and even upgrade it, how could Zhao Guangtao not be excited?
He felt that his sister had brought a great treasure to the Zhao family, and that Heaven had not forsaken the Zhao family!
"Yi'er, come here." Zhao Guangtao called out, and Zhao Tingyi, who was talking to Zhao Jingning, hurried over.
"grandfather."
"Kneel down! Kneel down before Xiao Jin!"
Zhao Tingyi did not hesitate and knelt down before Su Ruojin.
He knelt down willingly.
As for the emotional debt, Su Ruojin saved his and his grandfather's lives, making her the Zhao family's savior. She even helped the Zhao family deal with the Third Prince this time. Zhao Tingyi didn't know how to repay this debt of gratitude.
Logically speaking, Su Ruojin is the Princess of Chang Le of the Great Chu, while he is just a commoner, so it is only natural for him to pay his respects to the princess.
"Oh, great-uncle, what is this...?" Su Ruojin didn't understand what her great-uncle meant for a moment.
"Xiao Jin, although Yi'er is a few years older than you, your great-uncle knows he is not as good as you. Xiao Jin, your great-uncle is getting old now and is willing but unable to help the Zhao family. Your great-uncle hopes that in the future you will do your best to take care of the Zhao family and help Yi'er. Yi'er, kowtow to Xiao Jin!"
Without saying a word, Zhao Tingyi kowtowed to Su Ruojin three times.
Su Ruojin quickly helped Zhao Tingyi up, "Grand Uncle, you're too kind."
"It's not a big deal, you deserve it." Although Zhao Guangtao didn't know what the future held, he was certain that as long as Su Ruojin was there, the Zhao family could be safe and sound for a hundred years.
No one noticed that Zhao Ting, who had been standing to the side with his head down, slowly reddened his eyes and clenched his fists.
Why should I?!
Why should I?!
We are all descendants of the Zhao family, so why should Zhao Tingyi become the head of the family while I am expelled from the Zhao family?
He was unwilling to accept it!
I'm not reconciled!
Leaving the Zhao family would only lead him to his death.
Since that's the case!
Zhao Tingsong raised his hand and slowly reached into his sleeve, pulling out a dagger.
Once Zhao Tingyi dies, he will be the only male heir left in the main branch of the Zhao family. At that time, that old codger Zhao Guangtao will have no choice but to beg him to return and inherit the Zhao family property.
Thinking of this, Zhao Tingsong charged towards Zhao Tingyi with all his might, his eyes bloodshot, shouting, "Die!"
Zhao Tingsong was standing not far from Zhao Tingyi. An Yi and the other guards were all tending to their wounds. The incident happened so suddenly that they couldn't get there in time.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce Zhao Tingyi, Zhao Guangtao pulled Zhao Tingyi around and spun him around, the dagger plunging straight into his abdomen.
“Grandfather!” Zhao Tingyi’s voice was hoarse and distorted with nervousness.
Su Ruojin only had time to kick Zhao Tingsong away before An Yi arrived and pressed his sword against Zhao Tingsong's neck.
Su Ruojin used all her strength in this kick, and Zhao Tingsong was kicked so hard that he spat out a mouthful of blood. At this moment, there was no fear in his eyes, only madness.
Zhao Tingsong glared fiercely at Su Ruojin and the others, his teeth gleaming with blood, and suddenly burst into laughter, "Anyway, I'm not going to live, so it's not a loss to take someone down with me. This old bastard insisted on coming up to take the knife for someone else, he deserves to die!"
The next second, Zhao Tingsong pressed and pulled An Yi's sword against his own neck, blood spurted out, and his body slowly fell down, his eyes wide open.
"Song'er..." Zhao Guangtao clutched his abdomen where he had been stabbed by a dagger, and watched his grandson die right in front of him. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
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