"Master, Master, what kind of person do you want me to be?" On the ox cart heading south, Chu Yao had been sprawled by the window watching the scenery for a long while before suddenly leaning back in to ask.
They were currently on the road to Sword Pavilion.
A unit of mounted guards cleared the way ahead, while another guarded the carriage from behind.
With the dignified Marquis of Wu'an touring the Southern Frontier, naturally no foolhardy trouble would arise.
Even those who still harbored thoughts of their former state would not be stupid enough to disturb the military-merit Marquis who had defeated the regular army of former Xia.
Jiang Wang drew a sliver of attention away from his cultivation and smiled. "Why ask that all of a sudden?"
Swaying his head, Chu Yao said, "I heard them talking about you, Master. They all say you're amazing. How can I become as amazing as you?"
Jiang Wang said, "Earn lots of money like I do, then pay them their salaries."
Chu Yao's little eyes flew wide open, as though enlightenment had been poured straight into his head.
"How do I earn lots of money?" he asked excitedly.
Jiang Wang thought about it and decided he could not lead the boy astray. He raised a finger and tapped him on the forehead. "What are you thinking? Master is telling you not to listen to all that flattery. Only a hundred years after I die will the judgment of me be real. When they praise me now, they're saying it for you to hear, but in the end, they want me to hear it."
Chu Yao rubbed his forehead. "Does that mean they're bad people?"
"Why would you say that?" Jiang Wang asked with interest.
"Because they aren't sincere. They don't