After Song Ci's brief delight, she regained her composure. She remembered the strategic explanations her clever son had given her.
"Dalang is worried that if things really are as you say, our Song Family will become caught in the middle?"
Song Zhiyuan nodded, a trace of worry crossing his eyes: "The Emperor's thoughts are becoming harder to predict with each passing day. Mother, the bloom doesn't last a hundred days; I'm also afraid that one day we will be the ones being feared."
Once a family becomes feared by the imperial power, it's like walking a tightrope, with one wrong step leading to execution and the confiscation of the family estate.
Even without experiencing it firsthand, he could feel that feeling of walking on thin ice.
