"Sister, have you gone mad?" Yang Zhi stood up and walked to the door, glanced outside to make sure there was no one around, then returned to Madam Yang and whispered with a pale face, "Didn't you say that Marquis Zhongyuan also agreed to establish Chenchen as the Princely Heir?"
"I never mentioned this matter to Marquis Zhongyuan..."
"What did you say?" Yang Zhi staggered, bracing himself on the table beside him to avoid falling. "Marquis Zhongyuan knows nothing about this? Then where did those people you had earlier come from?"
"They were hired for two thousand taels of silver," Madam Yang said calmly. "I spent ten thousand taels to hire fifty assassins who are waiting in Taiyuan."
Yang Zhi sat down in a nearby chair, staring wide-eyed at Madam Yang, "You're insane."
