Chu Zhiyuan seemed pensive.
He didn't fully trust Meng Canglan's words; the truth of the matter needs to be seen with one's own eyes.
Moreover, sometimes there's no absolute right or wrong in world affairs; perspectives differ based on one's standpoint.
Meng Canglan asked, "Is the Princely Heir prepared to take over this matter?"
Chu Zhiyuan slowly replied, "I am ordered by the Imperial Decree to resolve this matter."
"This is quite a mess. The Princely Heir should be prepared."
"What do you mean by that?" Chu Zhiyuan lifted a teacup, indicating for her to have some tea.
Meng Canglan picked up the teacup, took a light sip, her actions graceful and serene.
She set down the teacup and continued, "Starting with the Daliu Camp, it's plagued by every vice and is the worst camp in the whole Jihai Town."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
