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"When you encounter this man in the future, you must be careful not to stumble."
Zhou Yi had a vague premonition that Yang Zheng was ambitious, possibly harboring desires akin to those for the Northern Border.
In the Divine Capital, the major figures were all focused on the struggle between the Orthodox Emperor and Empress Dowager Zhang in the palace, with no one caring for the middling and lower ranking officials, or the trivial gangs, brothels, and gambling dens.
One day, should there be cataclysmic changes in the Divine Capital, Yang Zheng would have too much he could do.
"Your Majesty, Yang Zheng's mother was but a servant girl, not even a concubine, her status in the Yang family exceedingly low," Yuan Shun said, his brow slightly furrowed and his voice grave.
"Great families pass down literature and laws, with strict rules; they abhor subordinates overstepping superiors the most. How could they allow him to overpower the legitimate sons?"
