Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
The matter Old Bai requested was not difficult, and even if implicated by the Dongyang Prince, it wouldn't lead to the extermination of his son-in-law's family.
Within the nobility of Fengyang Country, each generation intermarried, to carry on such slaughter would leave very few remaining.
"Old Zhou, I'm deeply grateful; the people of Jiangnan say I have eight hundred friends, but you're the only one I truly trust."
As Old Bai spoke, his pupils gradually dilated: "This farewell... I fear we shall not meet again in this life. It's a pity I can't drink and sing with you till my last breath, such a pity!"
"When we meet again in the next life..."
Zhou Yi slowly said, "Tell me that the pear blossoms are white, and I'll know it's your reincarnation, and I'll surely join you for a good drink once more."
"That's great, that's great!"
