Yang Rong Gui was taller than most, a talented person, and a renowned young master in his younger years. Now he was a little older, growing a moustache, appearing even more mature and steady. He was excellent in treating others, his way of speaking was not shallow either - it was far different from the despicable appearance in Xu Ling's imagination.

But at this time, he had not even had the chance to meet with Yang Rong Gui - the people he met instead were a pair of false envoys.

Yang Rong Gui's heart was deep and unpredictable, his thoughts were seldom exposed, but the governor of Yangzhou - Zheng Kun, who had always been serving him, was able to see through it. After sending off Yan Wang and his party, Yang Rong Gui stroked his moustache quietly. Although there was no joy on his face, Zheng Kun knew that he was in a good mood. He came forward and said a few flattering words, "It seems that Master Yang and Yan Wang get along very well?"

The hidden meaning was: it seemed that Yan Wang also knew the depth of the world of officials. He had no intention to pursue this to the end, only wanting to use this matter to gather power for himself.

Yang Rong Gui laughed and said, "His Royal Highness Yan Wang is a talented young man. If he were to be refined a little more, he would have great potential for the future. Deputy Inspector Xu is a righteous man, a true pure official rarely seen. But I was thinking the Marquis of Order was accompanying them, I didn't realize that the Marquis was so eager about military affairs, crossed the gate of Yangzhou Prefecture but did not enter, and went directly to Jiangbei Camp. Unable to meet with Great Liang's God of War at least once, I feel quite regretful."

Zheng Kun had followed him for a long time. If discussing the matter of being a smart flatterer, he was incomparable. He immediately assumed he understood Governor Yang's meaning: Yan Wang was young and inexperienced, although his ambition was not at all small, he had already shown his true intent in a few words — he was easy to deal with. That surname Xu was a wooden stick, reading books to the point of being delirious, there was no need to be concerned about him. And the best thing of all, he did not know whether it was ‘a martial officer not interfering with internal affairs to avoid suspicion’, or it was a deliberate move by Yan Wang, shooing the troublesome Marquis of Order far away, letting them carry things out with all their power.