Moonlight shone on a pavilion. It was General Zhenhai’s pavilion. There were two people in the pavilion. One of them was Yan Zifang, who had just obtained his authority. The other man was someone that looked like Chen Ji, Fu Shui. 

“I thought that heaven had sent me a god that did not need repayment to help me avenge my parents. Now I know. You handed Hong Yide to me, not for me to deal with Lu Yunji, but to deal with the Crown Prince.” Yan Zifang poured himself a cup of wine. 

“Where is Lu Yunji now?” Fu Shui laughed lightly as he poured himself a cup as well.

“Justice Office’s Prison.” Yan Zifang replied. 

“Then it works out.” The end result was the most important. 

“Who exactly are you?” Yan Zifang asked.

“Didn’t I tell you? My name is Fu Shui. The Fu Shui in Fu Shui Nan Shou (覆水难收 which means there is no use in crying over spilt milk.).” His name even had a deeper meaning.

“Why did you use Hong Yide to harm the Crown Prince?” Yan Zifang asked once more. 

“I don’t like him.” He was being ambiguous once again. 

Yan Zifang could sense it but did not give up easily. “There are so many officials in the entire Chang’an. You could have handed Hong Yide to anyone and they would be able to gain credit. Why did you choose me?”

Fu Shui thought about it. “Because we are the same kind of people.”

Yan Zifang was curious. “What do you mean?”

Fu Shui smiled. “We’re fugitives.”

“Every time I ask you a question, your reply is even more difficult to comprehend than a fortune-teller. You are so secretive, how can we be good friends?” Yan Zifang quite admired him.

“Are we considered friends?” Fu Shui was mildly surprised. `

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