"Can she be trusted?"
Watching Lady Mingzhu's retreating back.
After the doors of the bedchamber closed.
Red Lotus, who had rolled herself into a caterpillar beneath the blankets, asked.
Jing Ni remained silent.
As if she had not heard.
Her unwillingness to answer was obvious.
But Ye Qingcang was not as taciturn as Jing Ni.
Upon hearing Red Lotus's question, he smiled faintly.
He turned to look at Red Lotus.
Then answered patiently, "Perhaps she can be trusted, perhaps she cannot. But whether she can be trusted or not is unimportant before absolute strength. She is a smart person, so she knows what she should do. What I fear is that she is not smart, because people who are not smart are prone to doing foolish things. Even if they cannot affect me, they may still cause me trouble and waste some of my time."
"A bad man may rack his brains."
"Yet he cannot match a fool's sudden inspiration."
"That's what you mean, right?"
Recalling something Ye Qingcang had once said, Red Lotus borrowed it for the moment.
Ye Qingcang nodded.
The current Red Lotus was an enhanced version of her former self.
Because she knew many allusions from later generations.
No one could escape the shackles of their era.
Sometimes, being able to see three steps ahead after taking one was enough to calculate the whole world.
Take "openly repairing the plank road while secretly advancing through Chencang," for example.
That saying did not yet exist.
Because Han Xin had not yet appeared.
Of course, Ye Qingcang could not say for certain whether Han Xin truly existed. The Qin's Moon Star System was independent of history, something akin to a derivative world. If history were followed, Han Fei absolutely would not be in his twenties at this point,