"You understand, then. Cultivate diligently. When that day truly comes, we'll still need you to rein in the aftermath." Song Changsheng spoke earnestly.
To him, Song Yuqing's greatest value was not the extent of his outstanding talent, but his special standing and lofty prestige within the Brocade Banner.
Absorbing the Brocade Banner was destined to be a lengthy process. Though forceful measures could produce quick results in the short term, they would leave behind endless future troubles.
He still preferred balancing firmness with gentleness, gradually encroaching upon it and accomplishing all this in a relatively mild manner.
To achieve that, someone was needed to mediate between them. Song Yuqing was the person he had chosen.
Of course, although Song Yuqing had spent so many years in the Gemini Islands, that did not mean he stood on the Wangyue Song Clan's side. His earlier attitude had already made everything clear: he was loyal to his family, loyal to the blood flowing through his veins.
The reason he now appeared to be standing with them was merely the best choice after weighing the pros and cons. He could see no hope in this war, and the actions of Song Daoling's faction over the years had also filled him with disgust.
The Brocade Banner was not afraid of bloodshed, but shedding blood for people like these was not worth it.
They were tumors upon the body of the giant known as "family." Even if the process would be agonizing, they had to be cut away; otherwise, the future trouble would be endless.
If the Brocade Banner truly lost the war, submitting to the Wangyue Song Clan, who shared the same bloodline, would be easier to accept than the extermination of their clan.
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