After leaving the Assistant General Mansion, Yang Zhenshan realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
The Secret Martial Guards, the Bloody Blade, Great Rong Grand Ancestor!
These things were definitely not for him to meddle with, let alone touch or even make reckless remarks about.
If that scroll he wrote got into the hands of the old Emperor, it would be weird if the old Emperor didn't chop off his head.
Fortunately, Zhou Lan bore him no ill will and let him burn it on the spot; otherwise, that thing would have been a death warrant for Yang Zhenshan.
Yang Zhenshan let out a heavy sigh and thought to himself: In the future, I must not misuse things from my previous life. Not just things, but I need to be careful with my words as well.
After collecting his thoughts, Yang Zhenshan then left the Assistant General Mansion, but he did not immediately go to Yinghe Castle. Instead, he visited Yang Mingzhi's small courtyard.
