"So that's how it is..."
"In other words, the help he can provide isn't as great as I imagined."
After listening to Mo Li's introduction of Feng Yuan, Hua Yiyou said in a low voice, to which Mo Li responded in a hushed tone,
"Regarding his identity, it's best not to let it leak out."
Hua Yiyou gave a slight smile and shook the folding fan in his hand,
"I understand. If they find out, they might give up on Bei Ding and attack Yongning with all their might."
"He did this precisely because he was worried about that situation."
Folding the fan and tapping his chin, Hua Yiyou spoke with some doubt,
"But the name he's chosen is too casual, isn't it? Feng Yuan, Feng Yuan? One would have to be a fool to think they're unrelated."
"After all, his original name isn't three characters."
Mo Li said somewhat helplessly, then looked at Hua Yiyou and added,
"Can you not play with that folding fan? Isn't it cold in the dead of winter?"
