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Plans are always prone to change.
Even a slight clue, a small discovery, necessitates adjustments and revisions.
Suddenly, word spread that the Vassal King had died abruptly on New Year's Eve, and Chen Yi realized there seemed to be a small breach in the impenetrable net surrounding the Capital City.
When Chen Yi learned from Yin Weiyin's mouth that the Vassal King's death was a feigned one, he became even more aware that this breach could be turned to his own advantage.
"Are you saying my soon-to-be father-in-law is relying on a fake death to deceive the heavens and the earth, so that you and I can marry in secret?"
Chen Yi asked, rubbing the blue and white porcelain tea bowl in his hand.
People often touch things while thinking; when staying in the bedroom, Chen Yi would sometimes touch the little fox's small hands, small head, even her delicate feet or little jade rabbits.
