In winter, the Capital City remained as prosperous as ever, though the ox carts and pedestrians on the roads moved noticeably faster.
The biting cold wind pierced through their clothes, making it truly unbearable.
At the gates of the Dai Marquis Residence, Jian Qu had just stepped down from an ox cart. Though he wore a heavy cloak and warm deerskin boots, the instant he got down, he instinctively drew his clothes tighter and hurried toward the steps.
Cen Rubai happened to be heading out. Seeing the relaxed look on Jian Qu's face, he guessed that the matter their lord had entrusted to him had likely been handled well.
"Brother Jian, have you heard the latest news from the Capital City?" Thinking of the information he had gathered, Cen Rubai knew that Jian Qu, as Marshal Qian's former aide, had some connections in the Capital City, so he casually asked.
To his surprise, Jian Qu had indeed heard of it, and his expression immediately turned grave. "You mean the coup in the Kingdom of Ying? They say the king's third son killed the prime minister and has now become regent. It seems he will soon become King of Ying."
"The lords at court truly argued until the heavens shook and the earth split," Cen Rubai sighed. "They actually allowed this news to spread."
"Perhaps it is also because this matter has little to do with Great Zheng," Jian Qu said.
But did it truly have little to do with them?
The two exchanged a glance. Both understood perfectly well.
Any change of regime in any country, even a frontier state or a small nation, could not possibly have nothing to do with them.
After all, it was practically beside their bed. When it had been submissive before, that was one