"Hmm?" Ye Muyu nodded approvingly at her: "Go ahead, tell me."
Chu Ziluo was delighted to be valued by her mother, and slowly shared her thoughts: "What the noble families need is silver, right? It's not necessarily about monopolizing, precisely speaking, my idea is that these noble families suppress those below, but there are others who are discontented. How about dividing and transforming?"
Ye Muyu laughed after listening.
Chu Ziluo pouted, showing a rare childish side in front of her family: "Mother, is my idea wrong? Why are you laughing?"
"No, I am happy, you and your father think alike." Ye Muyu's eyes curved into a smile.
Chu Ziluo's eyes widened, somewhat incredulous: "Really? I can have the same thoughts as Father?"
Though never voiced, Chu Ziluo deep down admired her father greatly. Even though she also learned to strategize, her abilities were somewhat limited, and sometimes her considerations were not so thorough.
