The wind rustled softly.
The vines on the right wall quietly clung, lush and green.
The map was spread out, cities and key passes outlined in vermillion, revealing the important layout of Shangjing at a glance,
Ying Fuyan: "What do you plan to do?"
Wei Zhao's voice was calm: "Apart from the Imperial Army dedicated to serving the emperor's orders, there is a hidden group left by the late Emperor to secretly protect him, unknown to others."
"Their number is unknown, and no one knows the origin of these shadow guards, except the Dog Emperor who has seen them."
Wei Zhao: "These people only appear when the emperor is in danger."
"They are the Dog Emperor's trump card."
Ying Fuyan murmured, "No wonder."
His throat tightened slightly: "When he ascended the throne, the late Emperor had not yet been buried, and he already had the idea of destroying Prince Yan's mansion. Although not yet executed, my father noticed something strange, but it was too late."
