White Emperor City, Jiang Manor.
Jiang Wen received the letter. Seeing that it was jointly written by Jiang Ping'an and Jiang Yiyi, he could not help revealing a kindly, delighted smile.
He opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and began reading carefully.
In less than two breaths, his eyes widened like two bronze bells, his face filled with disbelief.
"Am I seeing things?" Jiang Wen paced a few steps, moved out of the bright light, and reread the letter.
After confirming that he had not misread it, Jiang Wen frowned. "How could Yiyi joke with the family like this? I must write her a proper scolding later. How old is Ping'an? How could he already have been made a marquis? This child's bragging knows no bounds."
After muttering a few complaints about Jiang Yiyi to himself, he continued reading.
The rest of the letter described how Jiang Ping'an had been granted a marquisate, but Jiang Wen did not believe a single word.
Not until he reached the final few lines, where the handwriting changed drastically, did he recognize Jiang Ping'an's writing.
After reading what Jiang Ping'an had written, Jiang Wen was completely stunned, and an indescribable joy instantly flooded his entire body.
That was right. Ping'an had always been steady and mature beyond his years. He would never play such a joke on the family!
Right, right! Half a year ago, he had already been granted the noble rank of Senior Grand Master!
My good grandson had truly become a marquis!!!
"Ha ha ha..." Jiang Wen could no longer suppress his wild joy and threw back his head in laughter.
His laughter boomed like a great bell, shaking the roof tiles until they rattled, and echoed throughout Jiang Manor.
Jiang Wen laughed madly for quite a while. He wanted to