"What method?" the Wang Clan asked.
"Move house, make the fake become real." The more he talked, the more Dai Ling felt this plan was feasible and said to the two, "When I was in Qingzhou, I heard a waiter at Fu Ze Restaurant say that the northern counties are encouraging the refugees to return, not only giving land, but also exempting taxes and re-registering household registrations.
If we move to Cangzhou and register there, then we can openly acknowledge Dai Tu."
"Ah? Move to Cangzhou? How far is it?" the Wang Clan asked.
"I haven't been there, so I'm not sure at the moment, but I estimate we might not be able to make it in a few months." Dai Ling said.
"Are we going too?" the Wang Clan rubbed her hands.
"Of course. By then, Tu will be an official in the north, and surely someone has to help him with daily trivial matters. I'm his uncle, you're his aunt, so it's only fitting."
