"Where did this news come from? Is it reliable?" Yang Chuxia frowned upon hearing this.
"Our people found out." Ye Zi'an touched his forehead, "If Prince Ping is removed again, it'll truly be our turn."
"There's nothing we can do; we can only wait." Yang Chuxia shook his head, "His illness hasn't been conquered, and the Emperor's poison isn't cured; we can't use force or persuasion."
"Indeed, the only forces in the Capital City not controlled by him are the West Mountain camp." Ye Zi'an thought to himself, fearing that even the West Mountain camp might not be safe anymore.
"It's hard to fight a strong battle, and using soft tactics might not leave enough time." Yang Chuxia listened and also felt troubled, "Let's just hope the Emperor recovers soon. At least as long as the Emperor is alive, he won't have the grounds to rebel."
"Forget it, let's not think about this; we'll take each step as it comes."
