Mo Chenfeng paused for a moment, then spoke with a sigh, "Between a father and son in the imperial family, who can ever say for sure?"
"Hmph, the Crown Prince is certainly patient enough. But who knows if he is being genuine or putting on an act, weeping all day long? Ha! If he had no hand in this, I simply wouldn't believe it. He has been painstakingly building his influence in the court for decades—are you telling me he has no power? This was clearly a brilliant move on his part, using Seventeen as a pawn," Chu Qingmeng decided to lay all her cards on the table, wanting to make Mo Chenfeng stay on his guard. "A personality like Seventeen's is barely enough to maintain a peaceful city in times of stability; why on earth would Imperial Uncle want him to ascend the throne?"
As soon as these words were out, everyone present broke out in a cold sweat. Mo Liujin gently covered her mouth and lowered his voice, "Qingmeng, you mustn't talk recklessly! Discussing the succession behind closed doors is a grave crime."
Chapter 132