Fu Zhen thought it was unwise to spend too much energy on this issue.
Everything was for revenge, to kill the traitor. The process wasn't important; perhaps bold ideas were better.
If everyone could reach a consensus and treat each other as comrades against a common enemy, it wouldn't be a bad thing, would it?
It's just that I don't know if Pei Zhan will accept this proposal.
That kid has always been rigid, so he might not accept the idea of becoming fake husband and wife with his brother's aunt!
Forget it, I'd better find an opportunity to probe his intentions first.
Fu Zhen patted Cheng Chili's shoulder and stood up: "It's been a long night, go rest."
Cheng Chili suddenly said: "Boss, do you know what I heard the guards saying outside the door just now?"
"What?"
"They said that the Princely Heir's wife from Prince Rong's Mansion was just asking about all the pilgrims offering incense tonight, especially the young female pilgrims."
Fu Zhen frowned: "What do you mean?"
