"No, no..." Fu Rong shook his head frantically, looking like he would rather die than comply.
This idea was absolutely terrifying. Just thinking about the consequences of doing so made Fu Rongguang break out in a cold sweat.
"Why not?" Zheng Quchi asked in a dangerously low voice.
Seeing that if he couldn't come up with an absolutely convincing reason, the general's wife might execute him on the spot, Fu Rong's brain was spinning like a top: "Well, madam, you see, there's a huge difference in height between you and me, which is hard to make up for. And then there's your voice, wouldn't it give you away if you spoke? Besides, it's not something that can be done in a short time if a man and a woman want to completely conceal their physical characteristics. Really, I'm not lying."
"I see." Zheng Quchi nodded in understanding.
Seeing that his wife seemed to have been successfully persuaded, Fu Rong breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, that's it."
Unexpectedly, Zheng Quchi patted his shoulder lightly, startling him.
"It's okay. I believe you can solve the height problem. After all, you've imitated and played so many people. This little trick shouldn't be too difficult for you. As for the voice, I once learned ventriloquism from you. Although I can't imitate your voice perfectly, I can make up an excuse to get by."
Fu Rong met Zheng Quchi's eyes, which shone with a captivating luster in the light and shadow of the trees.
"...Does it really have to be this way?"
Hearing that he still harbored a glimmer of hope, Zheng Quchi curled the corners of his mouth and looked at him with a "kind and amiable" expression: "Fu Rong, have you ever heard of the phrase 'atone for your sins'? Have you ever heard of the phrase 'redemption through meritorious service'? If you haven't heard of either..."
Her tone gradually changed from gentle to cold.
"You've heard of killing the chicken to scare the monkey, right? It all depends on whether you want to be the chicken that gets killed or the monkey that watches."
Fu Rong was utterly devastated, feeling utterly miserable. If he helped one side, the other would definitely come after him, but if he didn't help his mistress, she certainly wouldn't let him off easily...
But now it's impossible to play dumb and get away with it; the lady is waiting for him to give a clear answer.
After much deliberation and weighing the consequences of offending one side more seriously, he finally made up his mind.
Fu Rong pleaded pitifully, "Madam, if the truth comes out, will you protect me?"
The truth has come out; it seems they really did keep a lot of important things from her.
Seeing that he had finally compromised, Zheng Quchi suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said calmly, "Don't worry, as long as you're on my side."
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About half an hour later, Zheng Quchi and Fu Rong returned to the bustling West Street. Amid the noise of people coming and going, their sudden departure and return were inconspicuous. "Fu Rong" said to "Zheng Quchi": "You will go back to the mourning hall in my place and continue to do what you should do."
"And what about you? Where are you going?" Zheng Quchi, speaking in a male voice, asked anxiously.
"Me? You don't need to worry about that. Just remember not to secretly pass messages to anyone or reveal my whereabouts. And don't give anything away so that others find out that your supposed husband is a fake. Otherwise, I'll hold you accountable first."
After being warned by the general's wife, Fu Rong thought to himself, "How could I dare to do that again?"
"Your subordinate will certainly obey."
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Later that evening, the gate of the Wei residence was pounded on loudly. The gatekeeper rushed to answer the door and found it was Mr. Fu, a good friend of the head of the household.
The doorman exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Fu, what brings you here? It just so happens that Lieutenant Wang is also here."
It seems that Fu Rong is still the head of the Wei family. The gatekeeper is so familiar with him that he can directly reveal information about the people and guests in the mansion.
Fu Rong's eyes flickered for a moment, then he said in a rough voice, "Is that so?"
This is truly killing two birds with one stone.
The doorman asked curiously, "Mr. Fu, why is your voice so hoarse?"
"You've caught a cold. Hurry, I have urgent business to discuss with them." "Fu Rong" deliberately put on an anxious expression.
The gatekeeper, as expected, had no time to question and quickly led the way, saying, "Okay, okay."
The doorman led "Fu Rong" into the living room and then went to the backyard to find Wei Yao. Zheng Quchi, who was disguised as Fu Rong, casually found a guest chair and sat down. In this way, the height difference was not very obvious, even though she was wearing sky-high heels and insoles.
She can use various props to increase her height and fill in her bones and muscles, while it's even easier for Fu Rong. He actually knows the art of bone flexibility, the kind that Zheng Quchi practices every day. However, his bone flexibility is a high-level version, which requires training from childhood so that he can achieve the ability to contract his muscles and bones freely within a small range when he becomes an adult.
She was envious just hearing about it. No wonder he could switch between male and female without any problem; it turns out he relied on this family-inherited skill.
The book on bone-strengthening techniques that Wei Yao gave her was obtained from the Fu family. However, it was a simplified version with the greatest effect of strengthening muscles and bones, allowing the body to achieve a qualitative leap, commonly known as fitness.
Her current robust health, no longer frail and sickly, owes much to the help of the Bone Softening Technique.
Soon, Wei Yao and Wang Zebang rushed over from the other side of the garden. When they saw Fu Rong sitting calmly in the living room, they were both surprised.
"Fu Rong? Weren't you caught by Madam? How did you escape?"
Very well, they were indeed keeping a close eye on everything at the Shangfu Military Prefecture. It seems she was right.
"Cough cough..." As soon as she opened her mouth, she burst into a series of rapid coughs.
Wei Yao stepped forward: "What's wrong?"
"Sigh, I caught a cold after the fright, and now my voice is hoarse," Zheng Quchi explained in a rough voice.
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