"Oh, Yang Zhengshan, the garrison commander of Anyuan City. Yes, that's him!" Emperor Chengping remembered too.
"I recall he once rendered merit in the Battle of Chongshan Pass. He led three hundred men and killed nearly a thousand enemies. Right—Marquis Changping also said this man possessed both wisdom and courage, and had the talent of a general!"
The smile on Eunuch Chen's face grew even brighter. "Your Majesty's memory is as sharp as ever. If not for Your Majesty's reminder, this old servant would have forgotten that Marquis Changping also mentioned Lord Yang in the battle report!"
How could he not know Liang Chu had mentioned Yang Zhengshan in the battle report? He simply had not said it, that was all.
If Your Majesty remembered, that proved Your Majesty had a good memory; after all, he was not yet old. It was Your Majesty who had reminded this old servant.
And if Your Majesty had not remembered, then he would not have brought it up again.
"A pity. He is just a little old!" Emperor Chengping said with some regret.
"It does not matter if he is a bit older. What matters is that this Lord Yang was born to farming folk," Eunuch Chen reminded him again.
Born to farming folk proved humble origins, with very little entanglement with the various powers at court.
Such a person was actually most to Emperor Chengping's liking, because what Emperor Chengping detested most now was officials at court forming factions, banding together like branches grown from the same breath.
However, Emperor Chengping said nothing more, and instead turned his attention to the contents of the memorial.
After he finished reading the memorial, his wrinkle-covered face drooped involuntarily.
"Where is the Crown Prince?"
"Your Majesty, at this hour the Crown Prince should be in