Though cruel, this was reality—the helpless reality no one could escape.
Compared to Fu Fei, Chen Siyuan was even less able to bear the blow of this mission's failure.
Thus, he had one more reason why he absolutely had to complete the mission and make up for its failure.
"You have a way?"
Fu Fei shook his head and gave a bitter smile. The lecherous gleam had vanished from his peach-blossom eyes, replaced by a measure of fear.
"What way could I possibly have? My martial arts are mediocre, my wits are mediocre, so now I can only rely on Mr. Chen to come up with a brilliant idea."
Chen Siyuan had pondered for so long just now, and it was not as though he had gained nothing. He said,
"I did think of an idea just now, but I don't know whether it will work. Or rather, the chances are slim, and the risk is enormous."
"No matter what idea it is, Mr. Chen, just say it. There are only the two of us here. You and I are grasshoppers tied to the same rope now."
Chen Siyuan was somewhat speechless. What did he mean, grasshoppers tied to the same rope? If he did not know how to speak, he could simply say nothing. Still, he did not show it and said,
"I was thinking, Meng Zhao has quite a few women, and he has also forged marriage alliances with the top three families of Lingwu City. Yet as far as I know, after Meng Zhao left the Meng Family to travel abroad, he entrusted all authority to Liang Muqiu. She has become Meng Zhao's representative.
Do you think Meng Zhao's other women have no objections to her?
Perhaps we can use Meng Zhao's other women to settle this