"Where did those military officers come from?" Yang Qing asked again.
"The officers all owe the Regent King a debt of gratitude and are utterly loyal to him," Jiang Zhizhou promptly replied, understanding why Yang Qing had asked.
Yang Qing, however, thought little of that. "Every human being has weaknesses. Though these men are all Duan Hongzhuo's right-hand men, some joined him earlier than others, and some are closer to him and enjoy more favor."
Jiang Zhizhou paused at his words. "That makes perfect sense! His Majesty and the rest of us pondered this for so long, yet never thought of that! How would you suggest we begin?"
Yang Qing glanced outside. "I imagine you know their backgrounds very well. But what I need is something more detailed."
As he spoke, Yang Qing turned his gaze back to Jiang Zhizhou. "The more detailed, the better."
Jiang Zhizhou nodded. "All right. I'll send someone to see to it immediately!"
"The sooner, the better!"
Jiang Zhizhou pushed off lightly with his foot and vanished at once.
As Yang Qing watched Jiang Zhizhou disappear, his body shuddered, his shoulders heaved, and a faint rattling sounded in his throat.
He had still been able to conceal it while bathing, but now all was quiet around them. Though Yang Qing did his utmost to suppress it, Bu Er had always possessed keen eyes and ears. He immediately hurried over to Yang Qing. "Young Master, what's wrong? Where are the pills? I'll fetch them!"
Yang Qing waved a hand. Only after a long while did he answer, "It's nothing. I merely caught a chill."
Bu Er refused to accept that. "Young Master, don't deceive me!"
Yang Qing smiled. "Of course I'm not deceiving you. I merely caught a chill."
Bu Er reached out to feel Yang