Prince Zhuang said, "If it turns out to be a false alarm, that's actually a good thing."
Prince Cheng laughed, "Zhuang, do you trust Chu Zhiyuan?"
"I'll trust him this time," Prince Zhuang said. "If it's not accurate this time, then there's nothing more to say, right, Lord Huang?"
Huang Zhengyang said, "Although Mr. Chu always says that the heavenly secrets are unpredictable and what one sees may not be accurate, I believe this time Mr. Chu can see it rightly."
"Good, if he does accurately this time, we will certainly not let his help go unrewarded," Prince Zhuang said.
"Thank you, Prince!" Huang Zhengyang solemnly clasped his hands and saluted them.
Prince Zhuang waved his hand.
Huang Zhengyang clasped his hands again, "I, your humble servant, take my leave."
He slowly withdrew from the main hall.
After exiting the hall, stepping over the golden threshold, he stood on the steps, turned to look at the clear blue sky, and took a long breath.
