After sending those people away, Meng Zhao took Liang Muqiu's hand in one and Zhu'er's in the other, strolling slowly along the level paths of Meng Family Manor with an unhurried air.
Though security was tight all around, no one dared pry into the master family's private affairs, so they kept far away. Even those stationed in the watchtowers or steel fortresses due to their duties would instinctively turn their faces aside, not daring to look in Meng Zhao's direction.
Meng Zhao did not really care about such things. Having returned home, he felt far more relaxed. Even if someone crossed the line a little now, he would not be overly harsh. While sharing tender intimacies with Liang Muqiu and Zhu'er, he asked about the Meng Family's recent circumstances.
Overall, during the time Meng Zhao had left Lingwu City for Kun'nan, Lingwu City had remained fairly peaceful. No great disturbances had occurred; everything had gone on as usual.
Only in recent days had the Nine Surnames Li Family arrived, like a fierce dragon crossing the river, stirring up no small storm in the city. Some families had been ruined, others forced to withdraw, leaving vast stretches of unclaimed interests behind—a great fat pig waiting for the knife-sharpening masses to carve it up.
After discussing matters with Lü Yue and the others, Liang Muqiu felt that although Meng Zhao was absent, there was no need to be excessively cautious or conservative. After contacting several forces friendly with the Meng Family, they too joined in dividing the spoils and reaped considerable benefits.
In particular, the Meng Family fleet gained six additional great ships made of Cloudsea Treasurewood, each of immeasurable value. Their voice on the waterways had grown stronger. Though they still could not be considered a top-tier fleet, they could barely