As for whether there were other reasons that had led Fu Fei to entertain such outrageously audacious thoughts, that was another matter.
Whatever Chen Siyuan thought in his heart, he said aloud, pouring a bucket of cold water over Fu Fei's head as he said icily,
"Young Master Fu, your plan sounds very good, but nothing in this world is absolute. Just as neither you nor I can be completely certain that we can influence Ding Zhanyun and have her place you in the Meng Family's Yangwu Army, how can you be certain that you can manipulate those women?
"Have you not considered what sort of situation you would face if you failed?"
If Meng Zhao flew into a rage—and had good reason to do so—even Beitang Shu could not treat it lightly. He would have to take it seriously, perhaps even make concessions because of it.
This was related to many factors: Meng Zhao's strength, Meng Zhao's family background, the weakness of divided imperial power within the Beitang Imperial Clan since the founding of the dynasty, and the present state of the realm, where chaos reigned beneath heaven and Rebel Kings were everywhere.
By then, Fu Fei would absolutely become a pawn that could be sacrificed—and one that certainly would be sacrificed.
As one of the two who had come to the Meng Family together, Chen Siyuan feared he would not be able to escape implication either. Naturally, he would not permit such a risk to exist.
"I have naturally considered it. But Mr. Chen, rest assured. I possess a secret drug. Once it is successfully administered, Meng Zhao's women will never escape the palm of my hand, and everything he has will fall under my control.
"As long as I get one woman—just one—then I can pry open