There was nothing else to do after returning to the city. Wang Yan had ridden light and fast all the way, covered in dust from the road, and needed a proper rest. Besides, they had to wait for the generals of the other armies to return so they could celebrate together.
Still, Wang Yan accompanied Yang Guang to the Eastern Palace first. Though there were no festivities, Yang Guang had long since ordered a great spread of food prepared, and the two ate at a large round table.
Without question, this had been influenced by Wang Yan. Eating together was indeed more convenient than separate dining, and it also felt more intimate. Thus, among the upper classes of the Sui Dynasty, both customs now existed side by side. It mainly depended on whom one was dining with, the nature of their relationship, the number of diners, the occasion, and so on.
Yang Guang poured wine for Wang Yan, his dog-like face blooming with a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum. "Ziyan, you fought this battle well. Let me tell you in advance: your reward has been decided. You will be elevated to Duke of Danyang.
"Actually, I wanted to make you Duke of Wu directly. But Father said that since you are my man, I can elevate your rank again after I ascend the throne. He was afraid that with all your hard work and great merit, Wang Ziyan, there would be no higher title left to grant you. Tell me, this father of mine... between you and me, was there any need for such calculations?"
Wang Yan took a sip of wine, his face practically spelling out two words: loyalty.
He said, "Your Highness, even if you were not granting me the title of Duke of Danyang, even if