Ren Ye stood before the sundries stall, staring blankly at the sky. His mind raced as his many questions and clues converged, and in an extremely short time, he figured out a great many things.
Only after a long while did he come back to himself. With his back to the Little Marquis, he transmitted his voice. "Brother, it's time for you to be useful. Find a way to arrange a secret meeting between Wang Anquan and me. If we want to turn this around, we'll need his help."
The Little Marquis inexplicably shuddered at that, then said rather timidly, "Aren't you giving me far too much credit?! I'm a spineless man who stabbed the Divine Court in the back. I was incredibly lucky to earn a little of Niu Dali's appreciation. At most, I can stay by his side as a lackey. I have absolutely no authority to decide anything. Do you know how many people are watching the Heavenly Prison? Do you know how tightly Wang Anquan is being controlled?! ...Seriously, seeing him would be no easier than meeting the Ancient Emperor himself!"
"What do you mean? You won't help your brother?" Ren Ye raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't Niu Dali say he could give you special privileges? If you want to see Wang Anquan, you can see him whenever you like." The Little Marquis avoided a direct answer. Cowering like a quail, he changed the subject. "I just think that if you have a way yourself, there's absolutely no need to deploy me... The best way to use me is to let me keep lying low cautiously until we've won completely and everything is absolutely safe."
"Fuck, this isn't like you!" Ren Ye sounded surprised. "The Little Marquis of old was spirited, looked down on the world, and