After hearing what Jiang Zhizhou had said upon returning, Yang Qing fell silent for a while before asking, "Then are you saying that Tan Wenjie has old ties to the Marquis of An's Residence?"
If he was not an old acquaintance, why was he so familiar with Jiang Zhizhou, a hostage sent to Western Chu as a child?
Clearly, he had been keeping track of Jiang Zhizhou's movements.
Yet to Jiang Zhizhou, the implications of this remained unclear.
He had been away from Northern Liang for many years. Although he worked for the reigning emperor, on the surface, he served under the Regent King.
With all the twists and turns involved, even if Jiang Zhizhou knew that Tan Wenjie was serving the emperor just as he did, he would not dare acknowledge their connection lightly.
The Imperial City of Northern Liang was crawling with Duan Hongzhuo's lackeys, inside and out. A single careless move could bring death upon him.
Jiang Zhizhou could not afford to gamble on this.
It involved not only him, but Yang Qing as well.
And Jiang Zhizhou knew better than anyone what Yang Qing sought to accomplish.
"This man is a stranger to me. We've never had any dealings. I don't know why he's come looking for me now." Jiang Zhizhou shook his head.
Indeed, if Jiang Zhizhou had any recollection of him, he certainly would not have forgotten.
But he truly had no memory of Tan Wenjie. Otherwise, when Yang Qing had mentioned thoroughly investigating those two men, he would not have gone off to do so without the slightest reaction.
Now it seemed that Tan Wenjie's background was even more complicated than he had imagined.
But was this man righteous or wicked?
Jiang Zhizhou dared not jump to conclusions.
As the saying went, one