Without concrete evidence, Tang Jinghong wouldn't jump to conclusions. "It's unclear if there's collusion, but there's definitely a connection," he stated cautiously.
Chu Qingzhi whispered, "I'll go and inquire with the Minister of War about the exact situation."
Tang Jinghong grasped Chu Qingzhi's hand, his grip tightening gently, "Qingzhi, thank you."
Chu Qingzhi touched his face and smiled, "No need to thank me, let's go."
Tang Jinghong followed Chu Qingzhi's lead to the residence of the Minister of War, which had been sealed off, hiding a secret nobody expected.
In a moderately sized courtyard by the lake, a lamp shone on a table where two people sat, surrounded by a dozen others, seemingly awaiting something.
Suddenly, footsteps approached. The group in the courtyard tensed, their eyes fixed on the entrance. Recognizing who it was, they hurried forward to greet them.
"One" looked at "Nine" and asked, "Did everything go smoothly?"
