Actually, Zhao Nuanyue already knew.
In the cave, Zhao Nuanyue voiced her thoughts as she kneaded dough.
"I can't shake this feeling of unease. I think you need to make a trip to the county town," Zhao Nuanyue suggested. "That Li Siming has backing, but so do we. If we only rely on Miao Cunzheng, I'm afraid that no matter how well Uncle Miao writes the letter, it will never reach the right people. Instead, they'll just frame Uncle Miao for ruining their plans."
Hua Yusen listened and nodded. "Mm, I'll plan on going to the county town with Uncle Miao tomorrow. I'll make some moves while I'm there. We can't let Miao Cunzheng fight this alone."
"Mm, you be careful too," Zhao Nuanyue said softly, looking up. The effort of kneading the dough had left a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead. The tip of her nose was pink, and a serene smile graced her flushed little face. The light in her eyes was utterly enchanting.
