There was something Meng Suyin did not know.
She did not know that Cen Bosheng had used her family's grievance against our household as a convenient vehicle for his own financial interest. She had believed she was the architect. She had believed the pressure was her design, her precision, her long-gestated revenge against everything our household represented in the city's power hierarchy.
She did not know she had been a pawn.
I had learned this from a source I had not expected: Meng Wei himself.
