"Did something occur to you?" Jiang Zhizhou sat down in front of Yang Qing, his eyes never leaving Yang Qing's face.
Yang Qing had a habit: whenever he had something weighing on his mind, his tone became lighter and more relaxed than usual.
Anyone who did not know him would have thought something good had happened to Yang Qing and he was happy.
But to Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er, it meant Yang Qing had run into trouble—and a great deal of it.
It was simply that he could not speak of it yet, nor did he know how.
Yang Qing sighed softly to himself.
They truly were brothers who had known him for decades. Others could not detect the change in his mood, but those two had noticed it long ago.
"It's difficult to explain. Besides, it's only a guess, and I don't know whether it's right. We'll only find out once we descend into the Imperial Mausoleum."
Although Yang Qing very much wanted to discuss his earlier, sudden conjecture with Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou, he ultimately held back.
Yang Qing never spoke lightly of things he was uncertain about.
Besides, their current situation was extremely dangerous. Although Gongsun Ru seemed to have issued her orders and then washed her hands of everything, she had ordered Yun Niang to watch their every move.
Moreover, they were now in Upside-Down City, standing on someone else's turf.
At the slightest rustle of wind through grass, the other side might already know before they themselves could react.
Seeing that Yang Qing would not speak, Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er merely exchanged a glance and stopped pressing him.
They knew Yang Qing had his own reasons for remaining silent. Since things had already reached this point, keeping their questions bottled up for