Despite the Meng Family's commanding presence in the Northwest and Old Lady Meng's permanent residence in Beiyu City, she was well-informed about the affairs of the capital. The saying went, 'the mountains are high and the emperor is far away,' yet to survive in peace, one needed to keep abreast of the volatile politics in the capital city. Even Lao Maomao, who served by Old Lady Meng's side, had a crystal clear understanding of the capital's happenings and interpersonal relationships over the years.
Old Lady Meng heaved another sigh, seemingly aging in the process.
"Doesn't it remind you of that dead old man Jiang?" she whispered, her voice so faint that it was nearly inaudible. But Maomao, who was closest to her, heard clearly.
Maomao's expression changed dramatically, and she covered her mouth in panic, "Could it be... the incident from those years..."