The attendant brought over two jugs of wine. Zhang Boju accompanied Fang Chuning in the garden, drinking together until Fang Chuning was thoroughly enjoying himself, then casually asked about Marshal Fang's stance toward the new regime.
No one in the cabinet could quite grasp the Marshal's attitude. Even Lin Helin was just as clueless. The various ladies had also tried probing Mrs. Fang, but she simply shut her doors, wanting nothing to do with conversations about the Marshal. Her attitude was clear: what the Marshal thought had nothing to do with her, and she didn't know anything either. Thus, Zhang Boju could only attempt probing Fang Chuning.
"Our barely-there father-son relationship—does it look suited for discussing such deep topics? You really think too highly of me." Fang Chuning quipped self-deprecatingly. "Whatever his stance is doesn't matter. The situation is fixed. What, can he rebel?"
