Tan Cai'er said no more. Meng Zhao having such intentions was enough to put her at ease and make her trust him.
Not every man possessed such courage and audacity—enough to dare assassinate a Prince of the reigning dynasty.
Most were cowards: either they fled across the realm, or offered up their wives in pursuit of glory. Such examples were especially prevalent among aristocratic clans and noble houses.
The more glittering and glamorous a person seemed, the more often they were cold-hearted and faithless. Perhaps that was prejudice, but there was certainly no shortage of such people.
"Alright. Since you say so, I'll follow all your arrangements. By the way, are you going to see my grandfather and mother?"
Meng Zhao nodded.
"If I had not come to Yanzhou, that would be one thing. But since I am here, I must pay my respects to the elders and speak of our marriage.
"However, besides meeting Grandfather and Mother-in-law, you will also need to meet someone with me. If we gain his assistance, our odds of success may increase."
Tan Cai'er was exceptionally clever. Her gaze shifted, then suddenly lit up.
"You mean Beitang Xing's master—the Heavenly Being expert, Monk Huikong?"
"Exactly. I have spoken with him before and tried to persuade him, with nothing more than words, to make peace with the Pudu Cult.
"One proof of that is our marriage. That is also why he followed me to Kaiming City.
"Now that you are here, so much the better. We shall settle this matter first. With his help, Beitang Xing will be no challenge, and there may even be some chance with Bei Tangsu."
At this point, Meng Zhao no longer had the heart to continue their tender lovey-dovey intimacy. Affection and nurturing their feelings could wait for any