What the old man said was actually right. He had seen through Meng Zhao's thoughts: Meng Zhao harbored rebellious ambitions, but for the time being, he had no plans to act on them.
After hearing this, the burly man thought it over, yet still felt uneasy. Even if there was no danger now, what about the future?
The longer Meng Zhao prepared, the greater the damage he would cause when the time came. It was like certain illnesses: there were no signs at first, yet the hidden malady had already taken root. By the time obvious symptoms appeared, it was already beyond saving.
Meng Zhao already possessed such strength and influence. If they still failed to take him seriously and allowed him to lie low and quietly develop his power and influence, every passing day would mean his threat grew a little greater. In the end, even the Imperial Court might find it difficult to deal with him.
He told the old farmer of his concerns, but the old farmer paid them no mind. He merely leisurely exhaled smoke, which drifted out slowly like arrows.
"This has nothing to do with you or me, sir. We may bear the duty of investigation, but once we discover something and report it upward, we have fulfilled our responsibility. Surely they cannot expect people like us to find a way to deal with Meng Zhao!
"Attend to the affairs of one's office; do not meddle in affairs beyond one's office. That is an unbreakable truth since ancient times, sir. You should understand that!"
The old man had thought it through clearly. Do what one ought to do, and do not meddle or pry into anything extra. Sometimes, the more one meddled and asked, the more one simply invited trouble. Nor should one think