It was obvious that Luo Yuan had already raised Yuwen Huaji's favorability to an extremely high level. He had practically become a trusted confidant and beloved general.
With a confidant like that, Yuwen Huaji would have no one to blame but himself even in death!
Ye Weiming's reply to the benefits and demands Luo Yuan had offered contained only eight words:
A private room at Pengcheng Pavilion, Green Bamboo Pavilion. —Ye Weiming
Having wrapped up their carrier pigeon chat in just a few words, Ye Weiming gave Kou Zhong a meaningful smile and said, "There's no rush to arrange the intelligence gathering. My other helper should be here soon."
"Mm, we can eat while we wait."
Kou Zhong hesitated when he heard that. "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
"It's fine." Ye Weiming decisively spoke for Luo Yuan. "I don't think he'll mind."
Seeing Ye Weiming insist, Kou Zhong, though wanting to show some humility and hospitality toward worthy men, could only obediently compromise in the end. "Fine, fine, fine. You're the boss. We'll do it your way."
A moment later, someone knocked on the door. Kou Zhong, who had long wanted a chance to display his humility, knew his opportunity had come and immediately scampered over to open it himself.
After ushering the visitor inside, everyone discovered that he was dressed in a rain cape and bamboo hat, clearly styled as a fisherman. The brim of the hat was pulled so low that his face could not be seen at all.
Only after entering the room did Luo Yuan remove his bamboo hat. With a flick of his wrist, he took a golden hairpin that was obviously worth a fortune from his bag. Then, under the Twin Dragons' practically murderous gazes, he walked up to Susu and gave her a gentlemanly