Meng Zhao lavished Lü Yue with praise. In truth, it was not really praise—at least, in Meng Zhao's eyes, everything he said was simply fact.
Though he now commanded a vast force and had countless talented and outstanding men beneath him, the one he trusted most was actually Lü Yue. Even Han Pu, Cao Zhan, and the others could not compare. Meng Zhao's trust in Lü Yue even exceeded that which he placed in some of the women in his inner residence.
This mainly stemmed from two reasons.
First, Lü Yue was the person he had encountered earliest and most often after crossing over from another world. Meng Zhao had long kept Lü Yue's thoughts and loyalty firmly in mind.
In the past, Zhao Hun had been a ticking time bomb. Now, Zhao Hun had long since returned to the netherworld, while Meng Zhao's identity had been thoroughly established by him. Naturally, Lü Yue's loyalty could now belong only to Meng Zhao.
Of course, loyalty alone would not have made Meng Zhao value him so highly. At most, he would have been a dead warrior.
But Lü Yue had been groomed according to the model of a chief steward. He himself possessed considerable insight and talent, making him worthy of being called Meng Zhao's right-hand man. Added to that was the gift of his Star Physique, making him all the more rare.
Thus, in Meng Zhao's heart, Shanhua's ideal match could only be Lü Yue. No one else would do.
For one thing, Meng Zhao knew very well that although Lü Yue seemed mature beyond his years and conducted himself with polished tact, he belonged to the type that was soft on the outside yet firm within. His ways could be rather old-fashioned and conservative, but that was truly an