Inside the Marquis Jing'an Mansion.
Yang Zhenshan was receiving an unexpected guest.
Chen Zhongshu!
This old friend finally couldn't hold back and came to the Capital City.
Well, he had no choice but to come to the Capital City because the Imperial Mausoleum of Da Rong had already fallen into the hands of Da'an.
He couldn't possibly continue to live quietly inside the Imperial Mausoleum.
In the tearoom, Yang Zhenshan and Chen Zhongshu sat facing each other, warm tea steam spiraling upward, the rich aroma of tea lingering around them.
Chen Zhongshu rubbed the warm teacup, looking down at the light yellow, clear tea water inside.
"The world is unpredictable; who would have thought it would come to this!"
"Had the Emperor known it would come to this, he definitely wouldn't have spared you!"
Chen Zhongshu's voice was deep, but unlike others, it carried a hint of sharpness amidst its depth. Although not loud, it was clearly heard by Yang Zhenshan.
