Yang Qing and Jiang Zhizhou sat side by side in the carriage. Jiang Zhizhou had not spoken.
He merely watched as Yang Qing intently turned the seal over and over, toying with it for a long time without putting it down. At last, his curiosity stirred.
"Is there something wrong with this Military Tally?"
Otherwise, why would Yang Qing be studying it so intently?
Yang Qing slowly shook his head, his gaze never leaving the tiny seal.
"I keep feeling as though I've seen it somewhere before." His fingertip rested on the seal.
It did not move.
Jiang Zhizhou looked outside, then quickly drew his head back in.
Seeing Jiang Zhizhou so cautious, Yang Qing felt a flicker of amusement.
"Xiao Zhou, there's no need for that just yet." Yang Qing smiled faintly. "Let's see what move Duan Ziqian makes."
With that, Yang Qing tossed the seal into his sleeve.
The more Yang Qing looked at the design, the more familiar it seemed.
Yet he simply could not remember it.
In that case, he would leave it for now.
He put the seal away and gave the matter no further attention.
Just then, Jiang Zhizhou leaned toward Yang Qing. "Now that you've accepted this Official Seal, I'm afraid you can't afford to be careless."
He had never expected Duan Ziqian to act like this, either.
He had reclaimed command of the troops, only to turn around and give it to someone else!
No, that wasn't it! Jiang Zhizhou's eyes suddenly lit up.
"His Majesty intends to bring you into his fold, but fears entrusting things to the wrong man."
"That's why he's brought you this heaven-high wealth and honor," Jiang Zhizhou said. "To put you to the test."
Was that really the case?
Yang Qing concentrated, then raised his eyes