"Master Zhang has mentioned, if you enter the palace, Wei Zhonghe might have to step aside."
Ji Chengjue believed that as the emperor's son, he could understand the imperial intentions, but Zheng Fan was not some long-lost brother of his;
yet he could still perform flawlessly.
"If I enter the palace, I would surely find a way to bring you along, and we could guard the royal tomb together."
"Father's verbal command..."
"Minister Zheng Fan, I wish for your wellbeing."
"Like death."
"Procedure."
"In my residence, there are no Spy Bureau people. After moving out of the prince's mansion, Wei Zhonghe didn't meddle with my residence."
"Alright." Lord Zheng nodded, though he had no intention of standing.
"Father wants you to enter the palace after tomorrow's court meeting to advise on military affairs in the Imperial Study."
"I already knew, so you prepared me in advance?"
"But why do I feel you seem to support early military action."
