Mrs. Zhang's voice suddenly rose: "What are you going to Jinling for?"
Zhang Xia looked at his mother: "Mother, the ones Father relies on now, Zhou Xingwen and Shen Ye, are positioned in the Central, constantly monitoring the new policy. Others going to Jiangnan would be useless; they can't handle the Jiangnan gentry. Only I am the most suitable for this task."
"No way!" Mrs. Zhang firmly rejected: "The Jiangnan gentry are full of evil and would stop at nothing for money. How can I let you go and endure that filth?"
Zhang Xia remained silent.
Mrs. Zhang's voice softened a bit, speaking earnestly: "Moreover, everyone knows you are observing three years of mourning for your husband. How can you appear publicly in Jinling? Now that Chen Ji has faked his death to escape, you must cover for him. Don't run around and just patiently wait in the Imperial Capital for his return."
