It felt good.
He had gained benefits for nothing.
Liang Qu stretched his back, humming a little tune as he left the study with light steps.
He went down to the second floor.
"A Shui, what are you humming for? You're that happy?"
"So happy you're humming? Shouldn't you treat us to a meal?"
Ke Wenbin, Xiang Fangsu, and the others leaned against the railing, teasing and jeering.
"Well?" Ran Zhongshi asked with a smile. "Did the Prefect summon you for some great opportunity?"
Liang Qu sighed faintly and turned sideways, cupping his hands in salute.
"By accident, I'm about to break our dynasty's record and become Da Shun's youngest Great Martial Master. Shameful, shameful."
"Hahaha!"
"Now that's the right flavor! You went to Huang Province for over two months and didn't change one bit!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Ran Ying said, "If Brother Liang truly pulls it off, your reputation will soar. You'll surely have to enter the Imperial Capital to pay respects to the Sacred Emperor and receive titles and rewards."
Titles and rewards.
Ke Wenbin sank into thought.
"I remember Yuan Yuwen received a barony back then, right? Was it hereditary, or Perpetual Hereditary Succession?"
"More than ten years ago—who remembers? The only thing I recall is that when he received his title, my father nagged my brother every day, telling him to learn from that man." A trace of schadenfreude flashed across Bai Yinbin's face. "Heh, less than half a year later, he went to the Southern Border and got himself killed playing around. My father stopped talking about it and started telling my brother to stay away from all sorts of messy places."
Xiang Fangsu folded his arms. "Our relations with the Southern Border have never been good. The fact that he managed to fool