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Yan Xizhao looked at Yan Chen, cleared his throat, but his voice was still hoarse, "What do you want to ask me?"

Yan Chen heard the words, and said in a low tone: "I want to ask, is there anything strange about the empire recently?"

Yan Xizhao was slightly cold, "What will happen to the empire?"

He didn't seem to understand why Yan Chen asked such a question.

The corner of Yan Chen's mouth was pressed down, and after a while, he organized his words and spoke again, "I want to ask, what's different in the army?"

Only then did Yan Xizhao realize that Yan Chen wanted to care about himself?

I'm probably a little embarrassed, so I didn't ask this directly before?

Thinking of this, Yan Xizhao was quite happy in his heart, and couldn't help showing it on his face, "Don't worry, there's nothing wrong."

Yan Chen frowned.

Although he was only in the army for a few years when he was young, he also knows the affairs of the military department very well.

Each army also has its own selfishness.

After Skelton committed suicide that year, Mrs. Yan's position has been vacant.

The situation in the military is actually very complicated.

Although, among the people he has come into contact with, there seems to be no one who understands profound arts.

Yan Xizhao never remarried, let alone had children.

Yan Xizhao was very happy to hear his son's concern.

"Did someone attack you?"

In the military alliance, each military general has its own branch.

Although the Yan family has held the top spot in the military for so many years, in fact, the military has complicated members.

Each wants to crush and swallow the other.

He shouldn't have imposed his pain on Yan Xizhao.

He was not good at expressing emotions.

After all, the Yan family started with military affairs, and he was regarded as the next successor, so he would naturally be forced to learn about this aspect.

But precisely because of this, many people stared at the Yan family in private.

Yan Chen is the only son of Yan Xizhao.

He felt that no matter what the truth was back then, it should have nothing to do with Yan Xizhao.

But he was not overwhelmed by this joy.

Last night, when Lingchu asked him, these things came to mind.

Yesterday, when he was having a demon, Yan Chen remembered how Yan Xizhao got drunk in front of Skelton's tombstone.

Yan Xizhao heard that Yan Chen said this suddenly, and he felt a little strange in his heart. He couldn't help asking: "Yan Chen, is there something wrong with you suddenly saying that?"

So, after thinking about it, he took the initiative to contact Yan Xizhao today.

They shouldn't drag Yan Xizhao into sinking in pain together.

Therefore, the Yan family did have many enemies.

Looking at it now, the Yan family is standing in the upper hand, full of flowers, cooking oil with a raging fire.

If his son died, the next generation of successors to the Yan family would be gone.

Therefore, the military alliance, which seems to be harmonious on the surface, is secretly undercurrents and each has its own thoughts.

I have never heard that there are people like Lingchu who know profound arts in other places.

After a moment of silence, Yan Chen could only slowly say: "I understand the situation in the army. I also understand that the situation is complicated. Be careful recently."

Of course, contacting Yan Xizhao was not just for these reasons.

However, the world is so big that anything can happen, and all kinds of strange people can appear.

Whether it is personal power, or the power of a certain party...

As he said that, Yan Xizhao seemed to remember something, and his face darkened.

However, Yan Chen couldn't say these words to Yan Xizhao.

Therefore, from childhood to adulthood, Yan Chen has been a thorn in the flesh of many people.

Yan Chen has been attacked and kidnapped several times since he was a child.

It was also because of these that Yan Xizhao sent Yan Chen to the military headquarters early.

At least in his military headquarters, Yan Chen is the safest.