C145 The Imperial Palace of the Chiang Country

The elder paid no mind to the Wu-surnamed man's rage, his gaze fixed intently on Yang Xuan's carriage, reflecting a myriad of emotions.

"Elder Zhuang..."

Zhang Yong approached in a daze, his expression serious, a hint of worry lurking in his eyes.

"Enough, enough. Let's hit the road. We'll discuss this with His Majesty. This situation is indeed improper."

Elder Zhuang, the man addressed