Wang Yizhi, upon hearing this, looked at Chu Yu with surprise and said, "I thought you would first ask me about the private conversation I had with the old man earlier."
Chu Yu smiled faintly and said, "I have no desire to delve too deeply into the secrets of others. In fact, you don't have to answer. I know that within the grasp of power, there is no such thing as trust."
To have climbed to his current position, he had betrayed countless people, hurt countless people, abandoned countless people—too many to count. Wealth and power were woven from bloody bones into splendid garments. Although she was not adept at scheming, how could she not understand after seeing so much before and after her arrival?
Wang Yizhi chuckled without saying a word. Since Chu Yu already understood, he preferred not to waste words disparaging his own great-uncle.
