Good Grandson

"The affairs of the world were hard to predict."

Hot wind rushed against his face, and reed leaves swayed in the air.

Liang Qu stood on the riverbank, watching two tower ships lead several warships out of the harbor, and felt an indescribable emotion.

The matter of the Octopus King had yet to end when Great Snow Mountain suddenly emerged.

Jian Zhongyi's confession was undoubtedly like hurling a boulder into a tranquil lake, setting all of Pingyang into towering waves.

Fortunately, Jian Zhongyi had come forward early. Last night, only Liang Qu had been able to rest because he bore the heavy responsibility of "contacting" the Sea Market Master. The people of the River Conservancy Office and the Three Laws Department had barely slept all night, while Su Guishan had not even returned for dinner.

And to prevent this newly advanced Grandmaster from fleeing midway, he had been made to take the Soft Bone Pill and placed under restrictions, with Wei Lin and Xu Yuelong, two Perfected Elephant Grandmasters, personally escorting him.

There was no need to worry about the lack of a Prefect. According to Jian Zhongyi, he had arranged everything before confessing. At the very least, nothing would go wrong before the end of the year, and the new Prefect would be able to take over smoothly upon arrival.

"Never a peaceful day."

Liang Qu snapped off a reed, stripped away its leaves, and casually flung it out. Like a sharp arrow, it vanished into the Great Marsh.

He felt exceedingly fortunate to have been reborn in Pingyang. Though the Ghost Mother Sect next door was restless and eager to stir, it was a cowardly bunch with no foundation to stand on—the more of them died, the weaker they became.

Great Snow Mountain, the Northern Court, and the