"Old Doctor, what is this...?"
Yang Qing looked surprised after reading the few pages the old physician had handed him.
The old physician merely waved a hand. "There is little more this old man can say. I am only delivering a message on someone else's behalf."
"Then who asked you to deliver this message, sir?" Yang Qing asked.
"When the water flows and the channel forms, you will know. What you must consider now is not where this message came from, but how to deal with what it says."
As he spoke, the old physician rose to his feet. "This is no small matter, but there is no need to rush. You may take your time discussing it. I cannot stay long, so I shall take my leave."
With that, the old man truly left without another moment's hesitation.
Jiang Zhizhou and Yang Qing watched him walk away until his figure vanished completely.
"The Late Emperor of Northern Liang actually left an Imperial Testament in the Imperial Mausoleum. Did you know about this?" Yang Qing looked at Jiang Zhizhou.
Jiang Zhizhou slowly shook his head.
The Late Emperor had died nearly twenty years ago. Back then, Jiang Zhizhou had still been struggling to gain a foothold in Western Chu. How could he have known such a closely guarded secret in Northern Liang?
Even after he had gained the means to secretly establish a contingent of Shadow Guards, all their attention had been focused on Duan Hongzhuo. They had never considered this possibility.
This time, someone had specifically sent the old physician to deliver the message. Presumably, they meant to remind them that the Imperial Testament kept in the Imperial Mausoleum could tip the scales of Northern Liang's current situation.
If that were truly the case, the contents of the Imperial