Loyalty and treachery were hard to distinguish; the enemy's path was blocked before the city

Emperor Jin awoke from his coma and became vigilant the moment he opened his eyes.

The surroundings had changed.

The bed and furnishings before him could never have existed in the farmhouse on Mausoleum Mountain where he had been staying.

To conceal himself, Emperor Jin naturally could not make a grand display, so he had merely found a peasant household to rest in temporarily.

Yet he soon relaxed. He could sense that his injuries had improved.

Someone had clearly used precious medicine to treat him. Otherwise, there was no way he could have recovered to this extent on his own.

What exactly are those Remnants of the Previous Dynasty planning? Emperor Jin found it rather strange.

He recognized that scholar.

The man looked as though he had been carved from the same mold as Zhu Shichang, the Grand Tutor of Wo Yila.

Not only did he share the Zhu surname, but his manner and attitude toward Emperor Jin also confirmed his identity.

Zhu Shichang had originally been the grandson of the last emperor of the previous dynasty. When Taizu of Jin seized the realm, he had been forced to withdraw from the Central Plains.

How could Emperor Jin not know what game the Zhu family was playing? They merely wanted to borrow a hen to lay eggs.

They had always wished to restore their state. That was only human nature. What he could not understand was why this Zhu brat had saved him.

By all rights, would it not have been simpler to kill him?

Once I recover, I must eliminate these two hazards as quickly as possible. Emperor Jin made up his mind.

When cutting grass, one had to pull out the roots. That woman truly did not know his identity, but in matters like this, he had to