A life of talk and laughter hides its share of sins; no one you meet is truly innocent.
It wasn't an absolute rule, but as someone with a wide circle of acquaintances, Fu Qian knew all about turncoats and the like.
A divine emissary with considerable seniority, who had even entered the Night Watchers' highest governing body.
Dealing with someone like that probably wasn't as simple as making an anonymous report.
But one should always look on the bright side. If someone like that wanted to deal with him instead, it might be much easier.
In that situation, Chief Yuan still insisted on learning the exact details of the secret. You had to admire her courage.
"Huang Zhixun?"
She seemed to have a good memory, too. She had never forgotten her old friend's name.
"He actually returned to the Xiyuan Huang Clan—for a promotion?"
Her old friend's personality hadn't changed, either.
She had guessed the crux of the matter almost instantly. Clearly, Yuan Shan didn't believe Huang Zhixun had gone back just to satisfy his homesickness.
Considering that this once-in-a-generation genius had recently hit a wall in Shangjing and then been kicked out for good measure, his likeliest move now was undoubtedly to look for a new chance to advance.
"So what? Didn't you just say that even the slightest suspicion would keep me tied up in this? How could I have known I'd run into such a headache the moment I got back? If I'd known, I would've stayed another couple of days. I could've kept an eye on that guy and stopped him from losing so much money—"
Before Fu Qian could answer, though, Yuan Shan was already venting again, her earlier teasing having brought it all back. She gave him an aggrieved look and poured out her