The area near the secret tunnel had undergone major changes, with a large open space cleared out and soldiers guarding the surroundings.
Yang Wang drew closer, "Grandpa Emperor, would you like to take a break and have some tea?"
"Grandpa Emperor, let's take a rest." Yang Ye also chimed in.
Yang Wenxiao grunted in affirmation, glanced around and took a seat on the chair.
Despite the cool mountain air, the summer heat had caused a thin layer of sweat to form on his body as he arrived near the secret tunnel.
A maid came over with a teapot and poured him some tea.
"Gu Sheng, sit." Yang Wenxiao pointed to a chair nearby.
Tong Tiehu quickly waved his hand in refusal, but after a stern glance from Yang Wenxiao, he hurriedly sat down carefully.
"Where is the account book for disaster relief?" Yang Wenxiao asked.
Tong Tiehu looked quickly towards Tong Sanlang, who was standing nearby with Qiao Xiaomai.