With the conversation reaching this point, Fu Zhen had no choice but to nudge Pei Zhan.
Pei Zhan cleared his throat, took a few steps forward, and stood by the writing desk, gazing at the painting: "Your Majesty, your mastery of painting is truly extraordinary. This soaring eagle truly resembles the majestic and valiant demeanor of the Grand His Highness on the battlefield."
"You evidently have something to say." The Emperor carefully depicted the eagle's feathers, "What about him? All is well, yesterday the choice I gave you, have you made up your mind?"
Pei Zhan glanced at Fu Zhen, then said: "Last night, after returning home, I discussed at length with my wife and felt that neither of the two strategies suggested by Your Majesty aptly suits the current situation."
The Emperor looked up towards Fu Zhen, who stood three steps away, before turning his gaze back to Pei Zhan: "You really follow whatever your wife says, do you not have your own ideas?"
