"My lord, what are you thinking about?"
Hu Xinyue came over carrying a plate of sliced fruit and set it on the table. Seeing her husband staring blankly at the scenery along the riverbank, she asked.
Jiang Hao turned back and smiled at Little Fox. "We'll be at the manor soon. I was thinking about introducing you to everyone at home."
A sudden sense of nervousness rose in Hu Xinyue's heart. It felt like she was going to meet her in-laws for the first time.
"Come, sit beside me." Jiang Hao patted the seat next to him.
Little Fox obediently sat down.
"Let me tell you who's at home. There's old Mr. Zhuge Wolong, a friend of mine. He used to be a Court official, a Zhuangyuan by background. He served as a compiler at the Hanlin Academy, an Imperial Lecturer—basically reading history books to the emperor—then later became Director of the Imperial Academy, Right Vice Minister of Personnel, Left Vice Minister of Rites, and Grand Scholar. He's had a very rich life experience."
Little Fox blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, "I've heard of Mr. Zhuge Wolong as well. I heard he was later sentenced to life imprisonment. How did he end up with you, my lord?"
Jiang Hao smiled. "I secretly rescued him."
"There's also a Taoist named Zhiqiuyiye, from the Kunlun Mountains," Jiang Hao said.
Her husband was a cultivator himself, so it was hardly strange for him to have cultivator friends.
"There's also the steward, Guiyuan. He's an Old Turtle who has cultivated for a thousand years."
Hu Xinyue was extremely surprised. A great demon who had cultivated for a thousand years had actually been taken in by her husband as a steward. That was truly an impressive steward.
Jinhua was not far from Lanxi