Today, the Imperial City is destined not to be peaceful.
Inner city.
Martial Marquis Zhuge Mansion!
A young man in purple clothes walks alone in a garden, enjoying the scenery while composing poetry.
His figure is tall and upright, his face like jade, holding a folding fan, appearing elegant.
Indeed!
This person is Zhuge Mingyang!
Suddenly.
Two guards rush past from outside the garden.
"Stop!"
Zhuge Mingyang glanced at them and shouted.
"Greetings, young master."
The two guards hurriedly stopped, bowing from a distance.
"What's the matter, so panicked?"
Zhuge Mingyang asked.
"Nothing."
"We still have a bit of business, so we won't disturb the young master."
The two guards exchanged a glance, hurriedly shook their heads, and then ran off in panic.
Zhuge Mingyang raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, blocking their path, saying, "You must be hiding something from me, speak!"
"No, we really don't."
The two kept waving their hands.
"Do you want to die?"
