Zhao Mengyu nodded, feeling greatly relieved that her son was so far-sighted.
Her eyes suddenly turned cold, and she said viciously, "The elder princess must be quite old by now, right?!"
"Replying to Mother Concubine, the Imperial Aunt is fifty-six this year," Xiao Jinsen answered.
"At her age, even if she suddenly falls ill and doesn't recover, it won't arouse suspicion," Zhao Mengyu said with an evil smile.
Xiao Jinsen naturally understood what his mother concubine meant. He said, "It still hasn't come to that. I'll have a good talk with Song Yanqing later to see what he thinks. If there is indeed a threat, we'll consider our next move."
"It's always good to be cautious; if we can avoid complications, we should," Zhao Mengyu approved.
"Yes."
"I called you here today to entrust you with some tasks. Finally, let me remind you one more thing—keep a close eye on Xiao Jinxing for me. We have set up such a big game; we absolutely cannot be thwarted by Xiao Jinxing's hand!"
