"I understand, Father."
Meanwhile, Yang Biao, who had just returned home, went straight to Yang Xiu's side chamber and woke him from his sleep.
"Stop sleeping and get up! Once day breaks, ride to Ye City as fast as you can."
As quick-witted as Yang Xiu was, his eyes immediately lit up.
His guess yesterday had indeed been right. The true Son of Heaven was the one in Ye City!
"Father, are you sending me to assist the Son of Heaven?"
Yang Biao slapped Yang Xiu on the head and scolded him. "Whether he is genuine remains unknown. I am sending you to Ye City to take a good look and see whether that man represents the Great Han Orthodoxy."
Yang Xiu rubbed his head, thinking that his father was merely refusing to admit it.
He asked, "If the Son of Heaven in Ye City truly represents the Great Han Orthodoxy, then I..."
Yang Biao answered without hesitation, "Then stay in Ye City. There is no need to return."
Yang Xiu nodded in wholehearted agreement. "That would be best. I will assist the Son of Heaven, while you remain in Xu County and keep up a pretense of cooperation with that Cao Thief. When the Son of Heaven sends his army south, you can serve as his man on the inside."
He was different from Yang Biao.
Yang Biao hoped that the Son of Heaven in Ye City represented the Great Han Orthodoxy, whereas Yang Xiu, after what had happened during the day, was almost certain that his conjecture was correct.
The same scene played out at Fu Wan's residence.
As three of the senior ministers closest to and most trusted by the Son of Heaven, Dong Cheng, Yang Biao, and Fu Wan could never rest easy without establishing whether