Mister Tao gently waved his feather fan, nodded, and said,
"Indeed, this is an excellent opportunity. If Qiao Nian's death can be pinned firmly on Meng Zhao—and, better yet, if the Twelfth Prince's death can also be laid at his door—it would bring nothing but benefits to Your Highness.
"Of course, either we do not act at all, or, once we act, we must go all the way. We must beat Meng Zhao to death with a single stick, leaving him no chance whatsoever to turn things around. Otherwise, if he escapes, then with his martial arts cultivation, no one in Prince Fu's Mansion will be able to live out the rest of their lives in peace."
If one failed to kill a snake, one would suffer its bite instead. That was an eternal truth.
Meng Zhao was no mere snake, insect, rat, or ant. He belonged to the true dragon's kind. If they tore off all pretense with him, sought to put him to death, and yet failed, they would inevitably have to face Meng Zhao's fierce retaliation.
Meng Zhao would not even need to mobilize the forces under his command. If he simply hid himself and carried out assassinations, Prince Fu's Mansion would likely fall apart from top to bottom.
Beitang Shu might have the Imperial Clan's foundations to protect him, but they, his subordinates, did not.
And even if Beitang Shu did have the Imperial Clan's foundations protecting him, how many times could they save him?
So long as Meng Zhao was not captured, he could attempt an assassination once, ten times, a hundred times.
The moment Beitang Shu failed to withstand even one attempt, that would be the day he died and vanished from the world.
Thus, Mister Tao did not reject Mister Feng's proposal. He