Moreover, Fu Fei understood very well that there was a certain barrier and divide between the women of these powerful aristocratic families and women of ordinary birth.
Liang Muqiu had been so trusted and favored by Meng Zhao that it would inevitably provoke dissatisfaction and jealousy among those women. They merely dared not reveal it because of Meng Zhao.
But as long as such emotions existed, they could be exploited.
Still, after deciding to choose a woman from one of the three upper families, they needed a specific target. They could hardly win all three over at once, could they?
"Mr. Chen, you are a man of great wisdom. Do you have a specific candidate in mind? I have never met these three women, much less understand them, so I dare not speak rashly."
Fu Fei understood priorities well enough. His foremost task right now was to join the Yangwu Army and spread this information throughout the Jianghu Martial Arts World of the Northern Lands, turning it into an established fact and fulfilling Beitang Shu's instructions.
As for how Meng Zhao would treat him after returning, that was no longer within his considerations.
He had not truly come to the Yangwu Army for training. All he wanted was the name. Once the matter had spread and become fact, he could run at any time.
Thus, the most urgent matter was finding the person who could help him.
The Ding, Xun, and Zhuo Families—the three upper local families of Lingwu—were not actually far apart in strength. It depended only on who held the greater place in Meng Zhao's heart.
Chen Siyuan knew more than Fu Fei and understood more as well. After pondering for a moment, he gave his answer.
"Choose Ding Zhanyun!"
Fu Fei did not understand.
"Why her rather