It was like going into business together, yet before even seeing a single coin returned, they were already thinking of carving up the profits. Wasn't that pure brain-dead stupidity?
Even if they truly wanted to fight over it, they should wait until the dust had settled and all the profits were firmly in hand before discussing such matters.
Chen Siyuan was startled upon hearing this, mainly because he had learned a crucial piece of information.
Meng Zhao had actually begun discussing marriage and was preparing to take a principal wife—and the chosen candidate was Zhu'er's former mistress.
As for exactly which side she came from, that was still unknown. Chen Siyuan lacked sufficient information to deduce it, but even with his toes, he could tell that her background had to be extraordinary.
Just think about it: with Liang Muqiu's martial prowess and the backgrounds of Ding Zhanyun and the other women, they could only become concubines. The woman who could become Meng Zhao's principal wife definitely came from no ordinary lineage. He just did not know which family's young lady she was.
Would this news affect Prince Fu's Mansion?
Or going further, would it affect Prince Fu's grand ambitions for the future?
Chen Siyuan silently committed it to memory, intending to treat it as a major matter.
Of course, this did not help Chen Siyuan in any way at the moment. Ding Zhanyun's attitude was already clear: it was almost impossible to accomplish the task Prince Fu had assigned through her.
At the very least, it was impossible to succeed by provoking Ding Zhanyun into jealousy and hostility toward Liang Muqiu.
Fortunately, after many discussions, Chen Siyuan and Fu Fei had prepared more than just this one Trump Card. After pondering for a moment, he said,
"Since Miss Ding truly