But regardless of what the Beitang Imperial Clan's purpose was, what they had done now had indeed brought Meng Zhao enormous trouble.
To be honest, Meng Zhao could have pretended not to care and acted as if nothing had happened, because Meng Jizu had already shielded him from the pressure coming from the Imperial Court.
But was that really possible?
If he truly let things slide and allowed the rumors to spread everywhere, the consequences would likely be more than he could bear.
Therefore, when the other side made a move, he had to defuse it. If he did not, the hidden dangers in the future would be enough to swallow him whole.
Of course, Meng Zhao had also wondered why Meng Jizu was so certain that he was the real Meng Zhao. Judging by these people's behavior, should they not have been more inclined to believe that he was an impostor?
But he quickly figured it out. It was nothing more than a matter of conflicting interests. Between a talent renowned throughout the land, with martial potential worthy of a peerless prodigy, and an obscure descendant of a family, which was more important was obvious at a glance.
That was right. Even if they truly knew he was a fake, Meng Zhao guessed that his nominal eldest uncle would still treat him as genuine.
Because whether he was real or false was entirely unimportant. What mattered was his value.
It sounded cold-blooded, but that was reality.
The one he had replaced was not Meng Jizu or Meng Hongdao's child, but merely an orphaned child of the Meng Family's second branch.
Though the death of a nephew and the death of a son were both blood debts, they could never compare to the vengeance of losing one's own child.
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