When the black-robed man stopped on the Back Mountain, Yang Zhengshan watched him warily.
This person gave him a sense of familiarity, but it was very faint, leaving him unable to recall where it came from for a moment.
The black-robed man turned around and slowly removed the black cloth from his head, revealing an aged face.
Yang Zhengshan looked at that face and could not help opening his mouth wide.
"Eunuch Chen!"
Chen Zhongshu!
No wonder he felt familiar!
But wasn't this old eunuch guarding Emperor Chengping's mausoleum at the Imperial Mausoleum?
Why had he come to the capital?
And this old eunuch was actually an Innate Martial Artist?
"Marquis Yang, long time no see!" A kindly smile appeared on Chen Zhongshu's face.
That smile was so gentle, so harmless to man and beast!
Yet this old eunuch was actually an Innate Martial Artist!
Harmless to man and beast!
What utter nonsense!
"Greetings, Eunuch Chen. I never expected that I would actually still be able to meet Eunuch Chen!" Yang Zhengshan cupped his hands in salute.
Chen Zhongshu smiled and said, "Marquis Yang did not forget Ourself either. Did Marquis Yang not have Zhang Mingzhong write a letter to Ourself?"
Yang Zhengshan's expression stirred slightly. This old fellow really had grown shrewd with age; he had even guessed that.
He had indeed had Zhang Mingzhong write to Chen Zhongshu. It had been about Nan Sheng, but Zhang Mingzhong had not mentioned him in the letter.
"Looks like I was worrying blindly. Eunuch Chen discovered the problem long ago!" Yang Zhengshan said with a smile.
Chen Zhongshu shook his head slightly. "It was not Ourself who discovered the problem, but Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!" Yang Zhengshan's brows lifted.
This "Your Majesty" definitely was not Emperor Chengping, so it had to