Zhao Yao was not home.
As a disciple under Bai Changkong, Bai Changkong’s granddaughter had just gotten married, and Zhao Yao had taken his two sons early in the morning to Cuiwei Peak to attend the wedding ceremony.
At the Zhao family residence, only his wife, two daughters-in-law, and several grandchildren remained.
The Zhao family mansion wasn’t large.
After all, it was public property of the Ministry of Civil and Administrative Affairs, rented out at a low price to officials of this government office.
The courtyard had only three sections front to back, and there were only seventeen or eighteen servants in the household.
Ah Hu led the charge inside the yard.
The two house guards in the front yard hadn’t figured out what was going on when flying bricks and splintered tiles knocked them unconscious.
Women and children screamed inside the courtyard.
A large group of men pushed in.
The small three-section courtyard was soon packed tight with people.
From all directions, neighbors in surrounding taller buildings occupied their rooftops and opened fire with strong bows and crossbows, fiercely guarding every corner that might be used for escape.
A bit further away, across two main streets, another mansion nearby was thrown into chaos.