"You say it will definitely fail—but what gives you the right to think so? My plan hasn't even been completed yet. What right do you have to say it will definitely fail? What you're saying now sounds like you're trying to excuse your own actions before seeking approval afterward, doesn't it?" Even if Qian Daoliu's purpose was to pry a new plan out of Mo Lin, given his status, he could not ask so directly. He still had to beat around the bush a little.
Mo Lin did not expose this and replied:
"Grand Worshiper, this question will take some time to explain. If I'm not mistaken, your plan should depend on my master's plan, right?"
Qian Daoliu neither spoke nor made any gesture, so Mo Lin continued:
"I'll take your silence as agreement.
Although I don't know when you learned the true cause of your son's death, it must have been twenty years ago. Since you knew that my master killed Qian Xunji back then, yet still allowed her to live, doesn't that sound rather unreasonable? However, if family affection was never the most important thing to you, and you understood one of my master's goals—to become the empress of this continent—then it becomes much more reasonable."
"Are you trying to mock me for having lost my humanity?" A teasing smile appeared on Qian Daoliu's face, but he still showed no obvious anger, nor did he reveal even a trace of killing intent.
Since Qian Daoliu could restrain himself from getting angry, Mo Lin saw no need to be polite and continued:
"Perhaps you found yourself an emotional reason. Let me guess—was it because you didn't want Xiaoxue to lose her mother as well?
But your true purpose should have had nothing to do with feelings. It definitely wasn't