Yang Zhenshan let out a long sigh and slowly closed his eyes.
"Mr. Zhang is right, I misspoke!"
After a long while, Yang Zhenshan finally spoke.
Zhang Mingzhong watched Yang Zhenshan and nodded slightly, "Please be cautious in your words, my lord, avoid speaking about celestial omens!"
He didn't have any particular opinion about Yang Zhenshan, nor did he ever think about targeting him. Even though Emperor Chengping had already passed away, he still remembered the instructions Emperor Chengping had given him.
Yang Zhenshan opened his eyes, "We can leave out other issues, but the purchase of grain is a must!"
Pang Tang didn't know what to say for a moment and just nodded, "Extra grain storage can't hurt."
The others, however, kept their heads down and remained silent.
Yang Mingzhi, standing in the back, still had a solemn expression. His gaze swept over everyone present.
