As Meng Zhao laid out these secrets one by one, Li Jing Tian's emotions shifted several times, from his initial utter shock to composed calm.
Only after a long while did he raise a sleeve to wipe the sweat from his brow and say,
"Th-this, Young Master, is all of this true? Could there be some mistake?"
It was not that he did not believe it, but that he truly did not dare to believe the Li Family would brazenly support someone else's rebellion at such a time and under such circumstances. Anyone who made such a decision had to have been kicked in the head by a donkey.
Even if they truly intended to rebel, they should first amass unparalleled strength and wait until the timing was perfect before acting, shouldn't they?
Even a little physician like him, whose job was treating people, could grasp this principle. He refused to believe that those in power within the Li Family did not understand it—unless everyone sitting in those positions was a pack of pigs, or bore some kind of malice toward their own family.
Meng Zhao had been just as puzzled at first, until he later came to understand. He said,
"Jing Tian, internal factors may be important at times, but external factors must not be underestimated either."
Internal factors, external factors? Li Jing Tian froze for a moment.
Being not merely unintelligent but exceptionally clever, he immediately sensed the deeper meaning in Meng Zhao's words.
That was right. He understood these principles, so there was no reason the Li Family would not. Unless they had been driven into a corner and forced to take a desperate gamble.
In an instant, cold sweat streamed down him again. He did not know whether his body had been weak lately, but after