Zhao Rulíng's expression still did not ease. Instead, he asked in return,
"I know Dragon King Meng's methods are superb, his strength formidable, and his wisdom keen. If everything truly develops as you expect, that would indeed be good. But do not forget—the one in Imperial Capital City will not remain silent forever. If you cannot cut through the mess with a swift blade, and things drag on too long, changes will certainly arise!"
Meng Zhao had in fact considered this point; it was not something he had failed to take into account.
On Beitang Sheng's side lay Meng Zhao's greatest opponent and strongest enemy. Every move he made could affect even the whole realm, let alone the mere Northern Lands. Of course, the extent of that influence would certainly be limited.
Still, the Central Plains were separated from the north by a long and arduous distance. A round trip took a great deal of time, creating a lag in timeliness. Though Meng Zhao took it seriously, he was not so intimidated that he would tie his own hands and feet.
"I understand. You and Yu Changkong have remained in the Northern Lands and have yet to return, while news of Qiao Nian's death has been sent back. The Imperial Court will certainly make a move, and the imperial family cannot possibly remain unmoved. But Beitang Shu is still here. He is Prince Fu and Governor of Ji Prefecture and Liang Prefecture. In many matters, the imperial family needs him as an intermediary through whom to wield its methods. So you need not worry too much."
What Meng Zhao meant was that if any move were to be made, it would certainly begin with Beitang Shu. And Beitang Shu had never even been worth his notice. A prince, a lord—and