Chen Siyuan was not a peerless sage, but he was still a rare intelligent man. From Fu Fei's earlier behavior, he understood that the other man had something in mind.
And whatever it was, it was likely not easy to accomplish. He needed to drag Chen Siyuan into the mire.
For a moment, his gaze flickered, deep hesitation and killing intent filling his eyes. Yet he revealed not the slightest trace of it. Only after pondering for a long while did he say,
"What do you mean? How could Meng Zhao's pillow companion become a spy for Prince Fu's Mansion? Are you planning to turn Meng Zhao's woman against him?"
How should he put it? The idea was certainly a good one. In principle, men and women were already in the most intimate of relationships, so their guard and vigilance toward one another should also have been at their lowest.
If other people were placed at Meng Zhao's side, Meng Zhao might very well see through them in an instant. But the chances of Meng Zhao seeing through one of his women should have been the lowest.
But how could such a thing possibly be so easy to accomplish?
Meng Zhao's women might not be utterly devoted to him, but in this world, in this era, they had already given themselves to Meng Zhao. And Meng Zhao was a man with a boundless future ahead of him. What could Prince Fu's Mansion possibly use to tempt them into serving Prince Fu?
The stakes were crucial. In Chen Siyuan's view, they did not possess enough bargaining chips to make Meng Zhao's women defect.
Fu Fei let out a lecherous laugh, a flicker of madness passing through his eyes.
"Hahaha, Mister Chen, perhaps you are a clever man, and a rather capable