Fu Zhen's mind was wholly occupied with how to execute the next part of the plan, without even sparing a thought as to why Pei Zhan was so compliant today.
Once they all hid themselves well, the tea gathering on the terrace came to an end.
After Prince Rong finished speaking, the terrace fell into silence.
Princess Rong couldn't sit still any longer and was the first to rise and descend the steps.
Mrs. Zhang looked at Yang Zhan, and with a glance from him, she followed after.
Prince Rong stood up as well, with Yang Zhan following behind him: "Father, I have a few words about the Deputy Commander."
Prince Rong stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked around, saying, "Has the Zhang Family approached you?"
Yang Zhan looked at him and slowly nodded.
Prince Rong exhaled deeply with his hands behind his back: "I actually guessed it."
"Father," Yang Zhan's gaze deepened, "perhaps we have no choice but to agree."
Prince Rong looked at the moonlight without speaking.
