Ruan Xingzhu was somewhat puzzled. "Why?" The reason she had delayed her revenge was not only because she had yet to find decisive evidence to bring down Yang Juyuan. A large part of it was that he was currently riding high, already one of Sichuan's top officials. He was at the absolute peak of his life—why would there be no chance for revenge?
Only then did Song Qingshu tell her some of what he had quietly learned while keeping watch on Murong Fu lately. Of course, he did not reveal everything, merely letting her know that Murong Fu had already decided to eliminate Yang Juyuan.
"They deserve to tear each other apart like dogs!" Ruan Xingzhu said bitterly. She had no good feelings toward either Yang Juyuan, who had killed her husband, or Murong Fu, Jia Sidao's lackey.
"But letting Yang Juyuan die like that really is letting him off too easily!" Ruan Xingzhu suddenly gritted her teeth. Her husband had treated this younger brother with immense kindness, yet the man had not only caused his death but had even harbored improper designs toward her, his sister-in-law.
"Murong Fu invited Yang Juyuan to a banquet in the outskirts today. I think he plans to make his move today," Song Qingshu said. Yang Juyuan was now a powerful figure in his own right, with tight security around him on ordinary days. Of all places, Murong Fu had chosen the outskirts for a banquet. Was that not clearly meant to draw away his guards?
After hearing his analysis, Ruan Xingzhu deeply agreed. "It seems Murong Fu can no longer hold himself back. We can't let that bastard Yang Juyuan die so easily! But Murong Fu now holds immense power, so we should avoid clashing with him head-on."
"Don't worry." Song Qingshu smiled.