Yang Zhengshan said thoughtfully, "Is His Majesty truly gravely ill?"
Lü Hua raised his head in shock and looked at him. "Why would General Yang say that?"
Yang Zhengshan looked at him. Seeing that his astonishment was not feigned, he shook his head slightly. "Nothing. I was only making a wild guess!"
He had always felt there was something fishy about the Old Emperor's illness!
If the Old Emperor truly was gravely ill, then he should not have allowed Prince Cheng and Prince Gong to attend court and observe governance.
It was for this reason that he had always suspected the Old Emperor might be pretending to be ill.
But judging from the struggles in the imperial court, the Old Emperor did not seem to be faking it.
The civil and military officials in court were all closer to the Old Emperor than Yang Zhengshan was. If the Old Emperor were pretending to be ill, it would be impossible to hide it from everyone.
And now the Wuliang army was about to fight its way to Jizhou. Could the Old Emperor really not fear the Wuliang army reaching the Capital?
Lü Hua's reaction also seemed to prove that the Old Emperor was not feigning illness.
There was also the slight possibility that the Old Emperor had even kept it hidden from the Secret Martial Guard.
"Then what does this old man need to do next?" Yang Zhengshan said, changing the subject.
Lü Hua said mildly, "That is something General Yang should consider. I am only responsible for providing General Yang with intelligence."
Lü Hua still had plenty of self-awareness. He was not good at military affairs, so he would not issue blind commands, and was willing to leave everything for Yang Zhengshan to decide.
Yang Zhengshan nodded, not feeling surprised,