"After all these years, I imagine you still haven't had a proper chance to return to the residence?" Yang Qing looked at Jiang Zhizhou.
Jiang Zhizhou's expression froze. Only after a long while did he silently nod.
It was more than simply not returning. In all these years, he had never even passed by the Marquis of An's Residence.
Even though, whenever the night grew deep and quiet, he would stand facing north, gazing toward his old home.
"Go, then. If the Marquis of An's Residence has remained calm and undisturbed all these years, the Marquis of Anguo surely cannot be an ordinary man."
Yang Qing's words were somewhat cryptic, but a flicker of unease passed through Jiang Zhizhou's heart.
He did not want to dwell on it, yet that thought seemed to have taken root in his mind, sprouting up from time to time to unsettle him.
"In that case, I'll go back," Jiang Zhizhou replied.
Over the years, the orders he received had come from both the imperial palace and the Marquis of An's Residence.
Now that Yang Qing had suddenly raised the matter, Jiang Zhizhou felt as though a great stone had been pressed against his heart. Unless he got to the bottom of it, he feared he would not know another peaceful day.
"But if I return to the residence, will you manage on your own?" Jiang Zhizhou's gaze settled on Yang Qing.
If he left, only Yang Qing and his few subordinates would remain here in Tong City.
"The year's end is nearly upon us. I'm not receiving guests, and there's nothing to keep me busy. I'll have some peace and leisure instead," Yang Qing said with a smile.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhizhou said, "Then I'll return to the residence. Take care of your health."