Ji Yuan glanced at Zhao Hanzhang's expression. Seeing little change on her face, he sighed and said, "Lady, let's not mention Mrs. Wu, let's talk about Zhao Ji. You and he are blood relatives and have lived under the same roof for more than ten years. By all accounts, you should be among those with close ties in this world, yet it has reached a point where you are strangers in life and death."
Zhao Hanzhang shivered involuntarily and quickly raised her hand to stop Ji Yuan from continuing, "Sir, if you have something to say, just say it directly. There's no need for such preamble."
Ji Yuan paused, looked at Zhao Hanzhang for a moment, and then said slowly, "Fu Changrong seems to be building his own influence."
After saying this, he intentionally stopped, wanting to give her time to react.
Zhao Hanzhang blinked, quickly understanding the key to the matter. Ji Yuan knew all her forces, and he was sharp. If there was a significant movement, he would naturally find out.
