Su Zizhan felt that Yun Chi might not have thought this far ahead, but Hua Yan had already considered the distant future.
He said reflectively, "Does Yun Chi know about your plans for Cheng Zixiao?"
Hua Yan shook her head, "I haven't discussed it with him, he only knows that I traded thirty percent of the profits from the Huai River salt route for Cheng Zixiao's properties in the Northern Region to aid in its purification. Now, in these troublesome times, he's piled up with so much to do that he doesn't have time to pause and think deeply."
Su Zizhan stared at her with a smirk, "You're too scared to bring it up, aren't you? He's very intelligent. You're afraid that by mentioning it, he'll start believing you're arranging both his future and yours." As he spoke, his smile vanished, and his eyes became unfathomably deep, "What does a foreseeable, arranged life imply? He would certainly understand."
Hua Yan pursed her lips, stifled her own smile, and remained silent.
