Yang Zhengshan stroked his beard, looking as if he were deep in thought, while glancing at Liang Rong from time to time.
"Can you guarantee it'll be safe?"
"Of course!"
"I can't believe you just because of a sentence!" Yang Zhengshan acted very cautious, as if he were truly weighing the feasibility of the matter, and as if he had really been tempted by those three hundred taels of silver.
Liang Rong smiled. "Please rest assured, my lord. This isn't our Liang Family's business!"
"Then whose business is it? If you want me to take part, you have to give me at least a little of the truth!" Yang Zhengshan said softly.
This time, Liang Rong hesitated. Give him the truth—how much of it?
"I can't say anything else right now. I can only tell you, my lord, that the Prefecture Magistrate Office and the Defense Circuit are all involved in this matter!"
Yang Zhengshan slightly nodded.
He already knew all this. Whether Liang Rong said it or not had no meaning.
But did Liang Rong know more?
Xu Wanfu had not even known about Black Cliff Stronghold. What about Liang Rong?
The Secret Martial Guard's purpose was not Black Cliff Stronghold. They had only one goal, and that was Prince Qing Mansion.
If it were merely a Black Cliff Stronghold, the Secret Martial Guard would never go to such great lengths.
And if Liang Rong did not know about Prince Qing Mansion's involvement, then taking Liang Rong down would have no meaning at all. Instead, it would beat the grass and startle the snake.
Yang Zhengshan fell into silence.
Liang Rong was in no hurry either, quietly waiting.
For a time, the room fell into stillness.
Wei Cen looked at Yang Zhengshan's back, his brow furrowing. He did not