Chen Yi naturally had no idea what Xiao Jinghong was thinking. Otherwise, he would certainly have refused sternly.
A few days after the Birthday Banquet ended, he returned to his usual leisurely ways.
Originally, he had thought that his casual remark that day—"Build high walls and stockpile grain"—would bring Xiao Jinghong to him.
But in truth, Xiao Jinghong had still been so busy these past few days that her feet barely touched the ground.
According to Pei Guanli, she had recently been preparing to build a Mutual Market jointly with the Mountain Tribe.
Choosing the site, measuring it, calculating costs, along with matters such as the contract with the Mountain Tribe.
She looked every bit as though she were about to roll up her sleeves and begin a grand undertaking at once.
Though Chen Yi had not paid much attention, from the scattered snippets he had heard, he had roughly guessed why Xiao Jinghong was moving with such feverish urgency.
The Xiao Family must have noticed something unusual and was now seeking a way to save itself.
That would explain why Xiao Jinghong had not asked him to elaborate on "Build high walls and stockpile grain."
Chen Yi kept all these thoughts buried in his heart. Naturally, he neither dwelled on them nor spoke of them, focusing only on living his own little life well.
After all, he was still a frail scholar "too weak to truss a chicken."
Of course, he could hide that from others, but not from Pei Guanli.
That night.
Taking advantage of Xiao Jinghong's absence, Chen Yi went to the Purple Bamboo Grove again after many days.
He stretched his limbs and practiced Stake Training and Martial Path techniques while listening to Pei Guanli chatter away.
"Brother-in-law, please help me."
"Help me persuade Sister Jinghong.