Within half a day of Yang Qing and his companions arriving in the Imperial Capital of the Western Regions Kingdom, men had already come to bar their way at the inn.
"Second Prince... no, His Majesty learned of our arrival so quickly? We are quite overwhelmed by the honor."
Jiang Zhizhou looked at the fully armed guards and discreetly stepped forward, shielding Yang Qing behind him.
He had never forgotten the meaningful look Mo Yi had given Yang Qing when they first arrived in the Western Regions Kingdom.
Jiang Zhizhou still had not worked out exactly what Mo Yi was plotting, but he knew this man was no pushover.
"His Majesty is wise and mighty. There is nothing in this world beyond his foresight."
The guard's voice was flat, like that of a clay figure devoid of all emotion.
Yet the unyielding glint in his eyes constantly reminded Jiang Zhizhou not to attempt resistance, or the consequences would be disastrous.
"Then please lead the way. We failed to offer our congratulations when His Majesty ascended the throne. That was indeed discourteous of us," Yang Qing said calmly.
The guards escorted Yang Qing and his companions all the way into the Imperial Palace.
"Young Master Yang, your destiny is extraordinary indeed. We are most gratified." Mo Yi addressed the four of them warmly.
Only Yang Qing and his companions knew that the man before them could send someone to their death amid casual laughter and conversation.
"Heaven merely took pity on me and let me salvage my life once more." Yang Qing bowed to Mo Yi.
Without betraying his thoughts, Mo Yi walked up to Yang Qing, one step at a time. "What brings you here on this journey, Young Master Yang? Or have you obtained more news concerning the Eastern