"Brother Jiang! You're still alive?!"
Xue Bu Hui stared at the letter in his hand, his eyes filled with shock.
As far as Xue Bu Hui was concerned, Jiang Lin had already passed away four years ago.
On the day he learned that Jiang Lin had died, Xue Bu Hui had sat alone in the courtyard, drinking in solitude. Even his fiancée, Jia Zhen, had not dared try to comfort him.
Xue Bu Hui did not have many true friends—in fact, he had very few—but Brother Jiang was one of them.
Now that he knew Jiang Lin had not come to harm, Xue Bu Hui's first feeling was disbelief, followed immediately by astonishment!
After that, Xue Bu Hui found it somewhat difficult to believe the truth.
However, this letter had been handwritten by Brother Jiang himself. There was even something resembling a tear stain at the end.
Xue Bu Hui guessed that Brother Jiang had probably taken a nap after finishing the letter, and that the stain was drool.
"Sir Xue."
The White Empire envoy bowed with clasped hands.
"The ruler asked me to convey a question to you."
"Please, go ahead."
"The ruler wishes to ask you: 'Is what you said about cultivating one's family, governing the state, and bringing peace to the world merely empty words?'"
As the White Empire envoy's words fell, Xue Bu Hui's eyes froze slightly, and he stood rooted to the spot.
After a long while, Xue Bu Hui smiled faintly and tightened his grip on the envelope. "What I said before was all true."
Within the White Empire's Secret Realm.
In a classroom, fifteen White Fox Girls had already put on beautiful sailor uniforms. Beneath their pleated skirts, their fair, shapely long legs brimmed with youthful vitality.
Their short-sleeved blouses left their arms