After thinking for a moment, Chu Qingmeng suddenly let out a laugh as she pictured Lord Xie the Seventh and Lord Fan the Eighth waiting bitterly before the emperor's bed. "There's really no need. Given Quan Si's capability, since he's already made him take such a harsh medicine, there's no point in dragging it out anyway." Her smile faded as she turned serious. "Tell Eleventh to act decisively. To prevent any prolonged complications, have him quickly settle the overall situation; minor distractions can be dealt with afterwards. Remind him specifically that he who cannot bear small matters will spoil great plans. Also, to prevent supreme power from falling into other hands..." Chu Qingmeng hesitated for a split second, then laughed at herself—she had never been one to be so imprudent. "Forget it, you don't need to remind him of that last part. You may go."
Hui Wenzhong acknowledged the order and withdrew. Mo Liujin raised an eyebrow as he watched her. The jealousy he had just forced down now surged back up. Setting down his brush, he took her ink-grinding hand in his, steeped in jealousy. "My wife, Eleventh is my cousin. Aren't you showing a bit too much concern for him? You've reminded him of every single detail."
"..." He was acting up again. Chu Qingmeng couldn't fathom which of her words showed any concern. The more she detested the relationship between the two of them, the more he insisted on constantly rubbing it in! She took a deep breath and said with a straight face…
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