Yang Lin was initially stunned, then immediately reacted: "You mean Ma Xuanlin accepted that petition?"
"Yes, Your Highness, Ma Xuanlin accepted the petitions from more than ten people in the street."
This time Yang Lin was fully awake. He stood up from his chair and paced quickly across the room. He knew exactly what it meant for Ma Xuanlin to accept a petition against the Xuanqing Guard.
Things had really taken a turn, and become much more complicated. Originally, Yang Lin hadn't thought much of this adviser, but now that's lessened—after all, the man's predictions were spot on. He decided to keep him, at least to hear what else he had to say.
"What do you think of this matter?"
"In reply to Your Highness. I believe this remains a follow-up to the incident where Miss Qin was imprisoned in Fengri City, and I still think someone is manipulating these events from behind the scenes.
