On this basis, if Meng Zhao's martial cultivation had also transcended the mundane and entered the Great Grandmaster realm, then it would be even more impossible for him to serve under Prince Fu.
From Liang Muqiu's attitude today, they could actually glimpse something of it. At the very least, Liang Muqiu's repeated evasions, along with her timely revelation of Meng Zhao's martial prowess, had in fact confirmed this possibility.
Chen Siyuan did not feel as much psychological pressure as Fu Fei, but he too sank into a rather low mood.
As one of Prince Fu's advisers, he was by no means outstanding. Compared to those top strategists, his intelligence and schemes fell far short.
Yet he had his own strengths: he was loyal to Prince Fu, steady and grounded rather than frivolous, and meticulous and thorough in his conduct.
Chen Siyuan might not be qualified or exceptional as the creator of strategies and plans, but if he served as an executor, his importance would become apparent.
Right now, he was considering that the original plan would most likely fail. What should he do next?
Should he return to the Ji Prefecture capital with his tail between his legs like a homeless dog, or remain in Lingwu City and find some other way to do something that might lessen the negative consequences of failing this mission?
But then again, his martial arts were not particularly impressive. He was only in the Innate Realm. In the Meng Family, any random expert could trade blows with him, while a true powerhouse could kill him with ease.
And Fu Fei was even more of a weakling. Relying on him would be worse than hoping a sow could climb a tree.
So the path of force was closed to them.
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