Ambition is a ravenous beast. It must be kept in a cage, not allowed to run rampant, or it will drag the Song Clan into a state beyond redemption.
The Song Clan was far from as strong as it appeared. It would be no exaggeration to say it ranked last among the Seven Eminent Clans; it could not withstand such grand ambitions.
"Grandfather, rest assured. I'm not that reckless," Song Changsheng said with a smile, turning his head. "What the clan needs now is to consolidate, not expand. Only after we've fully assimilated Zhangye County will I consider other matters."
He had never intended to bite off more than he could chew. He was simply looking three steps ahead for every one he took—planning for a rainy day.
"As long as you understand." Meeting Song Changsheng's clear gaze, Song Xianming nodded, gratified. 'This heir is even more outstanding than I imagined.'
"What are your plans now?"
