As they headed towards the East Palace, Gray Wolf couldn't help but said admiringly to Yang Yong: "Old Yang, you are a really good steward! You were neither humble nor pushy when you spoke to the Country Ruler, when I saw him I could hardly breathe."
Yang Yong smiled warmly: "It's nothing. We just need to remember that My Lord is called Xuanyuan Mo Ze. We don't have to worry about who we need to show respect to or don't, so we don't have to fear anyone."
"No wonder My Lord lets you deal with everything. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it." When My Lord had left in the past, he would put Yang Yong in charge of the whole residence and nothing would happen. If it had been him, he wouldn't have had the ability.
"Everyone has their own strengths, I can't compare to your strengths either."
When he heard this, he asked excitedly: "Oh? Is there something you can't compare with me? What is it?"
