"Dezu has yet to return. He must have confirmed that the Son of Heaven in Ye City is the rightful sovereign of the Han Dynasty and heeded my words, staying at his side to serve him."
At this thought, the lingering apprehension on Yang Biao's face vanished completely, replaced by fervor and excitement!
"If the Son of Heaven in Ye City truly is the rightful sovereign of the Han Dynasty, then the Han's fortunes will surely flourish again, and I can die without regrets!"
Just as Yang Biao was lost in thought, two voices cursing him rang out from outside almost simultaneously.
"Yang Biao! Yang Wenxian! Get out here!"
"Get your ass out here, you old dog!"
Dong Cheng and Fu Wan strode into the Yang Residence together, shoved aside the steward who came to greet them, and stormed into the main hall.
Addressed by name by Dong Cheng and called an old dog by Fu Wan, Yang Biao's face instantly darkened. He cursed back without ceremony, "Have you two old fools taken the wrong medicine?"
"Hmph!"
Dong Cheng and Fu Wan snorted. Flanking Yang Biao, they hauled him toward the study.
After slamming the door shut with a bang, they blocked the doorway like a pair of door gods.
Yang Biao grew rather angry. "What exactly are you two trying to do, behaving so rudely?"
"Shut your mouth!" Dong Cheng cut Yang Biao off at once and stared hard at him. "Tell me, when did you switch out the Son of Heaven and send him to Ye City? Why did you hide this from us?"
"What? I switched out the Son of Heaven?" Yang Biao was dumbfounded. He had already explained this once before. Why were these two old fools still suspecting him?
"Keep pretending! Go on!"
Fu Wan