Inside Jing'an Marquis Mansion.
Yang Zhengshan was receiving an unexpected guest.
Chen Zhongshu!
This old fellow had finally failed to hold himself back and come to the Capital.
All right, he had no choice but to come to the Capital, because Da Rong's Imperial Mausoleum had already fallen into Great An's hands.
It was simply impossible for him to continue living quietly inside the Imperial Mausoleum.
In the tea room, Yang Zhengshan and Chen Zhongshu sat facing each other. Warm tea mist curled upward, and the rich fragrance of tea lingered around them both.
Chen Zhongshu rubbed the warm teacup, his gaze lowered as he looked at the pale yellow, clear tea within the cup.
"The affairs of the world are fickle indeed. Who could have imagined that things would actually end up in such a state today?"
"If His Majesty had known this would happen, he definitely would not have left you alive!"
Chen Zhongshu's voice was low. His low tone was unlike other people's; within that depth was also a slight sharpness. Though his voice was not loud, it entered Yang Zhengshan's ears very clearly.
Yang Zhengshan looked at him, stroked his long beard, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Haha, you and I can be considered old friends. If you have something to say, just say it. Why accuse me so obliquely?"
The Your Majesty Chen Zhongshu referred to was naturally not Emperor Yanping or Emperor Jianxing, but Emperor Chengping.
If Emperor Chengping had known that the Yang Family would one day obtain Da Rong's empire, would he have killed Yang Zhengshan first?
The answer was certain.
With Emperor Chengping's will and temperament, he absolutely would not have left Yang Zhengshan, this hidden danger, alive.
But Chen Zhongshu had said it correctly: the affairs of