"Thank you!"
Zhe Yu nodded in the direction of Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen paused slightly: "But I have a condition; this assassin must be handed over to the Princely Heir's wife."
"Why?"
Fu Zhen looked at him: "If you don't want to lose completely, then listen to me."
Zhe Yu remained silent, then said: "You captured him, so naturally I'll listen to you."
Fu Zhen nodded.
...
Just as Liang Chen finished asking Pei Zhan and Fu Zhen about their conversation in the carriage, Fu Zhen came up.
The big nephew swallowed his complex feelings forcefully, and looked at Fu Zhen, who seemed to be deep in thought: "How's the situation? No surprises, right?"
"Not really unexpected." Fu Zhen sat down, explained the situation, then said, "It's almost as we predicted, Mrs. Zhang has taken action."
"Then why do you have your brows furrowed, looking so worried?"
Fu Zhen took a breath: "I'm thinking about that fool Zhe Yu."
Pei Zhan lifted his eyes: "Why think about him?"
