"Jinzhou Chamber of Commerce?"
The moment those four words reached his ears, Li Yan's gaze slightly narrowed, and his expression turned somber.
The current situation in the Capital was already in a state of impending turmoil.
The old Emperor, Xiao Qixuan, had passed away, his body not yet cold; the national mourning rites hung over the city, becoming a temporary shackle binding the hands and feet of all factions.
However, while the court and the public appeared to adhere to the rituals and solemnly conduct mourning, beneath the surface, undercurrents surged, and danger lurked everywhere.
The throne was vacant, imperial power unclaimed, and the ambitious forces from all sides could hardly restrain themselves.
