Yang Zhengshan felt something was wrong in the court, but he could not figure out exactly where the wrongness lay, so he could only have Wu Zheng keep an eye on the changes at court.
Over the following Half a Month, Emperor Chengping remained half-conscious and half-asleep, waking From Time to Time. Although he had been bedridden the entire time, there seemed to be no sign that he was about to pass away.
And in the court, with the Crown Prince overseeing the state, everything appeared calm as windless waves. Whether it was the Crown Prince, Prince Cheng, or Prince Gong, they all kept strictly to their proper roles and did Not at All do anything overstepping their bounds.
It was as if everything was normal, yet everything also seemed so abnormal that Yang Zhengshan was left somewhat baffled.
At a time like this, shouldn't the Crown Prince, Prince Cheng, and Prince Gong be fighting until one side died and the other survived?
Why were they all so steady and settled?
Could it be the calm before the storm?
Yang Zhengshan could not quite understand it, and in the end could only set these vexing matters aside for the time being and put his thoughts back on the development of Tenglong Guard.
No matter What Kind Of changes occurred in the Capital next, there was actually very little he could do right now.
Rather Than go looking for trouble for himself, he might as well calm his heart and quietly watch how things changed.
Only, Yang Zhengshan never imagined that this first storm would not erupt in the Capital, but in Chongshan Town.
The tenth day of the fifth month, the thirty-fourth year of Chengping.
On the West Route of Chongshan Town, columns of beacon smoke rose straight up from