"Yang Zhengshan!" Chen Wansong slightly frowned. "Marquis of Jing'an Yang Zhengshan? Inviting him back could change the current situation?"
He naturally knew Yang Zhengshan. Though he had not interacted with Yang Zhengshan much, when Yang Zhengshan used to come to Fengxian Hall, he would often greet him.
However, he did not understand Yang Zhengshan, and understood the Yang Family even less.
Chen Zhaojun said in a deep voice, "The Yang Clan Wife of Liaodong now occupies the entire land of Liaodong. They have practically forged Liaodong into a single iron plate. Even when We wish to intervene in Liaodong's affairs, We are constrained at every turn!"
"The current Marquis of Jing'an, Yang Chengye, has always held the fort in Chongshan Town, while Chongshan Town has practically become the Yang Family's private land. Chongshan Town has thirty thousand elite soldiers of the Town Garrison Camp, fifty thousand elite soldiers of the Reinforcement Battalion, and can also recruit one hundred thousand garrison troops in a short time!"
"There are also the Four Tenglong Guards and the North Sea Naval Force. The North Sea Naval Force has twenty thousand elite sailors and twenty thousand elite garrison troops!"
"As long as the Yang Family is willing, they can lead a two-hundred-thousand-strong army south. Pacifying the bandits of Shanhe Province would not be difficult!"
Chen Zhaojun understood the Yang Family's situation in Liaodong very well. Precisely because of that understanding, he did not dare lightly issue an imperial decree to deploy the armies of Chongshan Town and Tenglong Guard.
He was afraid—afraid that if the Yang Family harbored disloyal ambitions, whether the Capital could hold off the Yang Family's army.
Chen Wansong's brows knitted tightly as he asked, "Can Yang Zhengshan not be trusted?"
"I do not know!" Chen Zhaojun's expression grew even more complicated.