"Luoyang..."
A procession of carriages slowly arrived at Luoyang. Inside, a passenger surveyed the distance and could not help sighing with feeling.
Yang Hu gazed at the towering city walls before him, a thousand thoughts running through his mind.
Some time had passed since he had left Luoyang after the affair involving Cao Shuang. During that time, despite his elder sister's efforts to persuade him, he had never returned.
Hua Biao was sitting opposite him now, looking at Yang Hu with a complicated expression.
The fellow had actually come!
Hua Biao had thought that, at a time like this, no one would willingly come to serve at the Imperial Court, especially as General Who Guards and Protects, the head of the Palace Guards. Anyone with eyes could see what the Sima Family intended. Sima Shi could no longer do it, so Sima Zhao certainly would.
At a time like this, what was the point of entering the Imperial Palace?
To become a founding supporter of the next emperor?
The fear was that before any merit for supporting the dragon could materialize, he would be used as a blade and discarded afterward.
In Hua Biao's eyes, Yang Hu was plainly a fool blinded by fame and rank, unable to see what lay ahead.
They were trapped in these muddy waters, unable to leave even if they wanted to, yet someone had actually volunteered to wade in.
His attitude toward Yang Hu had also grown noticeably colder.
Yang Hu did not mind. Instead, he asked quite earnestly, "What sort of person is His Majesty?"
"His Majesty..."
Thinking of the Son of Heaven whom he himself had brought to the Imperial Court, Hua Biao actually showed a flicker of fear in his eyes.
"A... a wise sovereign."
Hua Biao spoke in a low