Chu Qingmeng took a sip of tea and continued, "External threats must first be met with internal stability. If Eleventh has even an ounce of an emperor's cunning, he is bound to eliminate all unstable factors. Two years, Father—at most two years. Given Eleventh's way of doing things, he will only bring matters to a swift close; he will never wait until things slip completely out of his control."
Mo Chenfeng fell silent. Only after digesting these revelations did he turn slightly to look at Chu Qingmeng with a smile. "External threats must first be met with internal stability—well said. My child has truly grasped the art of an emperor's cunning now."
Chu Qingmeng twitched the corner of her mouth. Constant exposure makes it second nature, an inevitable result. "Talking to Eleventh requires eight hundred different stratagems just to feel safe; otherwise, he's always digging pits for me to jump into. Didn't I get tempered by him?"
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