"Speaking with a smart person is indeed convenient. Since Lord Fan wants to align with the Seventh Prince, sincerity is still required. Lord Fan, don't you agree?"
Ruyan smiled slightly, leisurely lifted the teacup in front of her, and took a small sip.
Fan Datong felt his heart skip a beat, "I understand what the Seventh Imperial Concubine means. I wonder what kind of tasks the Seventh Imperial Concubine wants me to handle?"
"Naturally, it's to let this Fatty Zhu take all the blame."
Ruyan shot him a glance and directly stated her demands.
The so-called charges, of course, are about the embezzlement of grain, the oppression of farmers, deceiving superiors and subordinates later on, just these few charges would be enough to ruin Fatty Zhu.
"Rest assured, Seventh Imperial Concubine, I know what to do."
"Lord Fan, then let's first wish for a happy cooperation."
"Of course."
This meeting could be considered as satisfactory for both host and guest.
