After much deliberation, Song Ruier finally decided to take the most direct and efficient approach.

However, he can't do it alone; he needs someone to provide support.

Ouyang Yi was practicing calligraphy in his study when the steward came to the door: "Fifth Young Master, a boy who is about half a year old has come to the door and says he wants to see you."

"A teenager?"

"Around fourteen years old."

"Do you have an invitation?"

"There was no invitation, but he said he had a letter from the north."

Ouyang Yi's expression shifted, and he immediately put down his pen: "Please invite him to the east living room."

As Song Ruier entered the east living room, the door was immediately closed from the outside, leaving only a small window open to let in light.

Ouyang Yi sized up Song Ruier. The person's face was extremely pale, the kind of pale that was bloodless and unhealthy, and the skin and flesh looked very stiff, giving people a strange feeling.

He didn't know the other person.

“You said you had a letter from the north.”

Standing in front of Ouyang Yi, Song Ruier showed no stage fright whatsoever; on the contrary, she exuded a sense of superiority.

“That’s right. Mu Tai said in his letter that he was very dissatisfied with the efficiency of your Ouyang family and wanted to entrust this matter to me.”

As he spoke, he took the letter out of his sleeve and handed it to Ouyang Yi.

Ouyang Yi glanced at the contents and his face immediately turned pale.

In his letter, Mu Tai made no attempt to hide his criticism of the Ouyang family, calling them useless and incapable of any great use, and instructing the recipient to find a way to stop the marriage between the Qiao and Lin families.

Ouyang Yi sneered inwardly. He couldn't even be a prince anymore, he was demoted to a commoner and fled to an enemy country. Who was more useless?

"Since it was entrusted to you, why did you still come to see me? Is it to show off that Mu Tai trusts you?" Ouyang Yi asked curiously.

Song Ruier's eyes held a hint of sarcasm: "Mu Tai is not satisfied with the Ouyang family. If I succeed, that's fine, but if I fail, he might get upset and bring up the glorious history of the Ouyang family. In that case, it won't be me who will be worried."

Ouyang Yi frowned. The other party was only about fourteen years old. How could he be so decisive and cold-blooded? It was an eye-opener for him.

"you mean?"

“That’s right, I’m here to cooperate with the Ouyang family. I need your help to make this happen. The Ouyang family will get half the credit.”

Ouyang Yi shook his head: "You really are a greenhorn. Do you think it's as simple as you think? Last time, the Qiao family, or maybe the Pei family, secretly freed some laborers and caused trouble in front of the Ouyang family to put pressure on them. I don't know how much evidence the Qiao and Pei families still have about the Ouyang family. We can't act rashly now. Let's wait for the right opportunity."

"As expected of a good-for-nothing." Song Ruier's eyes showed even more disdain.

“If you become hesitant and timid at the slightest setback, how can Mutai entrust you with important responsibilities?”

Ouyang Yi's pupils contracted, revealing a dangerous glint in them. This brat was really audacious, threatening and cursing the Ouyang family as good-for-nothings.

"You brat, I don't care what your relationship with Mu Tai is, and I don't want to delve into it too much. You dare to say such things in front of me? You don't want to live anymore."

"I'm just disappointed in you. After all, this isn't the first time we're cooperating; we'll be cooperating in the future. I'm the person Mu Tai trusts the most."