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Fu Zhiwen thought that if he truly couldn't find a solution to Fu Xiuen's issue, he could always consult Weiqin or Qiao Qichun later; they would surely come up with a solution.
Right, Qiao Qichun's uncle had been mingling in the Capital City for so many years and had extensive connections—perhaps there was a way to connect with the Prince's Heir?
In a moment, Fu Zhiwen had made up his mind, yet Miao Ruochen, who had an extremely curious nature, pressed on, "If it's not a big deal, why were you sighing in the street? Is it because you can't think of a solution? Three heads are better than one, Zhuge Liang; why not share with me and see if I can help?"
Fu Zhiwen hadn't expected Miao Ruochen to keep asking and hesitated before he disclosed Fu Xiuen's issue to him.
"So it's about Fu Dazhang's matter?" Surprise flickered through Miao Ruochen's limpid eyes. "You are from Yincheng, and Fu Dazhang is from Hengzhou City. When did you become fellow townsmen with his son?"
