"Greetings, Marquis Yang!" Wang Zhongzhi walked over and cupped his hands in salute.
Yang Zhengshan looked him up and down, then looked towards Lü Hua.
There was a hideous scar on Lü Hua's face, giving the once-handsome man a savage air. In the past, what Yang Zhengshan had sensed from him was nobility, but now it had become sinister malice.
That was right—sinister malice, undisguised in his eyes.
"I am preparing to return to the Capital!" Yang Zhengshan said directly, without pleasantries.
Wang Zhongzhi nodded. "I know. Does Marquis Yang have any arrangements for us?"
"No arrangements. If you wish to leave, you may leave at any time!" Yang Zhengshan said calmly.
In truth, he did not want to have too much involvement with the Secret Martial Guard, whether in the past or now.
In his view, the Secret Martial Guard was synonymous with trouble. In any case, as long as one got entangled with the Secret Martial Guard, there would be a large pile of trouble.
Wang Zhongzhi's expression shifted slightly. "I would like to ask Marquis Yang for a favor."
"What favor?"
"Let me meet His Majesty!"
"Mm. You are not afraid of death!" Yang Zhengshan looked at him in surprise.
"I am afraid, but I do not want to die without knowing why!" Wang Zhongzhi said.
In terms of loyalty, Wang Zhongzhi could be called utterly devoted, whether to the former Emperor Chengping or to the current Emperor Yanping.
He did not want to go question Emperor Yanping. He only wanted to fulfill his loyalty to Emperor Yanping.
If Emperor Yanping wanted him dead, he was willing to end his own life, but he hoped Emperor Yanping could know his loyalty.
Yang Zhengshan did not understand his thoughts, nor did he care about his thoughts.
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