Volume One, Chapter Four: Chancellor Yang Guozhong

More than half an hour earlier.

“Prime Minister, Prime Minister…” Yang Guozhong heard someone calling him from behind and immediately pulled on the reins.

Wei Fangjin came galloping toward him, his expression frantic.

“Brother Wei, what is the cause of such alarm?” Yang Guozhong frowned as he asked.

“Chen Xuanli secretly went to see the Crown Prince!” Wei Fangjin rode closer, lowering his voice.

“Is that true?” Yang Guozhong’s eyes darkened as he looked at Wei Fangjin. “Brother Wei, this situation is far from good! Chen Xuanli, as commander of the Imperial Guards, meeting the Crown Prince in secret at such a time surely has sinister intentions.”

“What intentions?” Wei Fangjin wiped the sweat dripping from his brow, his face full of unease as he pressed further.

“Think about it, Brother Wei. Chen Xuanli commands the Imperial Guards, the most trusted force of His Majesty. And the Crown Prince, despite his seemingly harmless demeanor, has many covert schemes. If these two join forces, we are doomed!” Yang Guozhong gritted his teeth, his expression growing dark.

“What shall we do then? Does Your Excellency have a plan?” Wei Fangjin’s face turned pale at the gravity of the situation, far worse than he had imagined.

Relying on Yang Guozhong’s strong recommendation, he had just been promoted from the Magistrate of Jingzhao to Censor-in-Chief. This fellow had no real talent and simply followed Yang Guozhong’s lead, showing unwavering loyalty.

Yang Guozhong furrowed his brows deeply, as if two graves had been piled on his forehead. After a moment, his eyes flashed sharply. “Brother Wei, now that things have come to this, we cannot just wait to be destroyed. Go quickly and gather your trusted men. Keep a close eye on Chen Xuanli. If he makes any move, report to me immediately.”

“Your orders, Right Prime Minister.” Wei Fangjin spurred his horse and galloped away.

“Quick, bring Dalang here.” Yang Guozhong called to a servant nearby.

The servant saw Yang Xuan, the eldest son of the Yang family and acting Minister of Revenue, leisurely riding his horse and joking with a few women in the carriage. To them, this journey was not a flight but rather a carefree outing.

Hearing his father’s call, Yang Xuan reluctantly bid farewell to the women and spurred his horse toward Yang Guozhong.

Yang Xuan saluted from horseback. “Father, what are your orders?”

“How many men do you have under your command?” Yang Guozhong asked bluntly.

“Only one hundred,” Yang Xuan answered, looking puzzled, completely unaware of the gravity of the situation.

“Only that few?” Yang Guozhong’s brows knitted tighter, disappointment filling his eyes.

“The Emperor’s edict forbids taking more,” Yang Xuan replied.

Yang Guozhong fell into deep thought. Chen Xuanli commanded three thousand elite troops of the Left Dragon Guard, well-equipped and fully armored. In contrast, he had only a hundred retainers, without armor.

Even with Wei Fangjin’s men added, the total barely reached two hundred. If a fight broke out, these two hundred would hardly be enough to fend off Chen Xuanli.

He hoped Chen Xuanli wouldn’t make a move against him, but thinking it through, how could that be?

The rebel An Lushan’s slogan was “Kill Guozhong, purge the court.” With the army’s loyalty wavering, the best way to stabilize it was to sacrifice himself.

In Chang’an, where Yang Guozhong held absolute power, Chen Xuanli wouldn’t dare act rashly.

In Yizhou, his own territory, Chen Xuanli would still show some caution.

But now, fleeing on the road, this was the most perilous moment!

Yang Guozhong suddenly slapped his forehead, cursing himself for being so foolish. He had been preoccupied with helping the Emperor plan the escape and neglected to prepare defenses. Now, he was completely on the back foot.

“Father, what’s wrong?” Yang Xuan asked, confused.

“You fool! Chen Xuanli is going to make a move against us!” Yang Guozhong looked at his clueless son, both angry and helpless.

“Ah? What do we do then?” Yang Xuan gasped in fear.

“What else can we do?” Yang Guozhong’s eyes flickered with cold resolve. “Order everyone to prepare. At the first sign of trouble, we strike first and slaughter that old beast Chen Xuanli! Even if we die, we’ll take him down with us!”

“Yes!” Yang Xuan dared not delay and immediately rode off.

Scenes of possible outcomes flashed through Yang Guozhong’s mind, each chilling him to the bone.

If he failed to handle this properly, this day next year might be the Yang family’s death anniversary.

Walking on, he racked his brain for a strategy.

He thought of his sister, Consort Yang, the Emperor’s most beloved consort and the Yang family’s protector. Should he inform the consort and have her whisper in the Emperor’s ear?

The word “Emperor” sent a chill down Yang Guozhong’s spine, spreading through his entire body.

Chen Xuanli’s secret meeting with the Crown Prince—could it be the Emperor’s will?

Chen Xuanli was always steady, commanding the Imperial Guards for decades, never involved with princes, especially the heir apparent.

And now, he had secretly visited the Crown Prince…

This was bad. Could the Emperor be turning against the Yang family?

At the thought, Yang Guozhong’s face turned deathly pale, and all his strength drained away.

At this moment, he absolutely could not see the consort, or it would be a death sentence—both the Yang family and the consort would be wiped out.

He could die himself, but he could not let the Yang lineage end. His heart filled with unwillingness, but the situation was beyond salvation.

“Quick, tell Dalang and Commander Wei not to act rashly!” Yang Guozhong ordered a servant to deliver the message. He forced his trembling body onward, eyes filled with despair.

He knew that now, even the slightest mistake could be the final straw to break the Yang family’s fate.

“Prime Minister, bad news!” a confidant came galloping urgently.

“What is it?” Yang Guozhong asked weakly.

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