"We must be on guard!"
Yang Ye had been an official for many years, after all. Aside from having a clear grasp of the Governor's Office's administrative affairs, he was also well aware of the Imperial Court's treacherous nature.
Thus, he suspected that someone might be using the deaths of Ma Shuhan and Xu Jitong to target Tang Zixing. Since ancient times, factional struggles had always been the most ruthless of conquests, no less brutal than slaughter on the battlefield.
Tang Zixing naturally understood Yang Ye's concerns. He said softly, "This matter isn't aimed at me."
Yang Ye was slightly taken aback. After a moment of thought, his brows furrowed tightly. "Ma Shuhan?"
Tang Zixing gave a slight nod. His voice was barely audible, yet carried a chilling edge. "Someone is using his mouth to criticize the war. I fear... there is a much larger and more far-reaching scheme at play."
