Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 907: Chapter 654: Father, Mother, Spare Me!

”Yang Zhenshan!” Chen Wansong frowned slightly, ”Marquis Jing’an, Yang Zhenshan? Could inviting him back change the current situation?”

He naturally knew Yang Zhenshan, although he hadn’t interacted much with him, Yang Zhenshan used to greet him often in Fengxian Hall.

However, he didn’t understand Yang Zhenshan well, nor the Yang family.

Chen Zhaojun said in a deep voice, ”The Yang clan of Liaodong now occupies the entire Liaodong region, almost turning it into an impenetrable place. Even the Emperor finds it difficult to interfere in Liaodong!”

”The current Marquis Jing’an, Yang Chengye, has always been stationed in Chongshan Town, which has practically become the private territory of the Yang family. Chongshan Town has thirty thousand elite Camp soldiers, fifty thousand elite Rescue Camp soldiers, and can recruit a hundred thousand garrison soldiers in a short time!”

”Furthermore, they have the Tenglong Four Guards and the Beihai Navy, with twenty thousand elite naval forces, including twenty thousand elite garrison soldiers!”

”If the Yang family wishes, they could lead a two hundred thousand strong army southward, and it wouldn’t be difficult to quell the bandits of Shanhe Province!”

Chen Zhaojun was very knowledgeable about the situation of the Yang family in Liaodong, and it was precisely because of this understanding that he dared not easily issue orders to mobilize the armies of Chongshan Town and the Tenglong Guard.

He was afraid, afraid that if the Yang family harbored rebellious intentions, whether the Capital City could withstand their massive army.

Chen Wansong furrowed his brows and asked, ”Is Yang Zhenshan untrustworthy?”

”I don’t know!” Chen Zhaojun’s expression became more complex.

”Yang Zhenshan was once my teacher, instructing me in martial arts, but I have never been able to see through him!”

”He seems not to covet power, yet he always holds the power he possesses firmly in his grasp.”

”Chongshan Town, Tenglong Guard, even though he has been away for decades, he can still control them tightly!”

”Great Uncle, do you think I can trust him?”

Chen Wansong fell into silence.

How could he possibly know the answer to this question?

But he was more decisive than Chen Zhaojun.

”Besides him, is there anyone else available?”

Chen Zhaojun shook his head silently.

Anyone else?

It’s not that he hadn’t invited others, but unfortunately, the Emperor’s face was not significant enough to compel anyone.

In fact, he had invited Zhou Mao and Liang Chu, but their replies were that they were in closed-door cultivation.

What closed-door cultivation? It was just an excuse!

When martial artists claim to be in closed-door cultivation, it doesn’t literally mean locking themselves in a cave for years.

The so-called closed-door cultivation for martial artists is focused cultivation, ignoring worldly affairs, but still attending to daily needs like eating and sleeping.

”Then invite him back!” Chen Wansong said firmly.

”But if he comes back, he might take control of the court!” Chen Zhaojun said.

”So what? It’s better than the country falling into ruin!” Chen Wansong replied.

Chen Zhaojun paused, ”I understand, I will arrange for someone to invite him immediately!”

Indeed, given the current situation, there is no room for so many concerns.

If this continues, it won’t be long before Da Rong is utterly destroyed.

The imperial guard is no longer reliable, and how long can the Emperor’s personal army of sixteen camps hold on?

Once the imperial guard collapses, the morale of the soldiers in the personal army may also falter, and at that time, the downfall of Da Rong could happen overnight.

Such an outcome is certainly better than letting Yang Zhenshan return to control the court, even if he became the Regent; as long as he doesn’t claim the throne, Da Rong isn’t doomed.

Chen Wansong waved his hand, ”Mingxi, you should personally go! If anyone else goes, I’m afraid it won’t be solemn enough!”

”Okay.” Chen Mingxi didn’t refuse, knowing that this was probably the one thing she could truly help with.

In terms of cultivation, her level isn’t low now, but in terms of combat ability, she’s never fought anyone in her life.

As a princess, she never had the opportunity to do so, nor is she someone who likes fighting and killing.

Her current level of cultivation was entirely due to her strong talent and the resources of the royal family.

Simply put, like Sui Qingmo, she relied on her talent.

Sui Qingmo was even stronger, as she at least involved herself in court politics and knew many things about officialdom, while Mingxi always secluded herself in Sanshan Valley, never stepping out.

Chen Zhaojun said, ”You can bring Yan’er along, Yang Zhenshan still has some mentorship sentiment for Zhaoxuan!”

Regarding their mentorship, Chen Zhaojun never counted on having a deep bond with Yang Zhenshan. Although he formally acknowledged Yang Zhenshan as his master, he lacked sincerity, often being inconsistent in his training.

He valued the throne, so he focused all his attention on national affairs, leaving no room for cultivation.

Back then, he did not see Yang Zhenshan as a formidable figure; whether as an Innate Martial Artist or Marquis Jing’an, in his mind, Yang was merely a subject.

Looking back now, he couldn’t help but feel some regret.

If he had known this, he would have tried to build a better relationship with Yang Zhenshan at that time.

What made him even more regretful was that he should have brought Chen Zhaoxuan back, not letting him stay in Dai State.

If so, Chen Zhaoxuan wouldn’t have died, and he could have helped invite Yang Zhenshan.

”Yes, I understand!”

Chen Mingxi replied.

When Chen Mingxi set off for Star Moon Island, Yang Mingzhao also happened to board a ship from the Yang family’s merchant group, while An Yuxing similarly boarded a merchant ship from the Tenglong Guard, both heading to Star Moon Island.

The three departed for Star Moon Island almost simultaneously; naturally, Yang Mingzhao was the first to arrive at Divine Wood Island.

Looking at the shimmering Wannian Lake, gazing upon the mountain-like Ten-thousand-year-old Rong, Yang Mingzhao suddenly found his steps halted.

He stood at the lakeside, somewhat hesitant.