True Lord Jiang drank with Du Yehu in Zhuang Kingdom.
Du Yehu, who had once loved wine as dearly as life itself, had been sober for years. Now, after killing Zhuang Gaoxian, even sitting at the same table as Jiang Wang, he only took a couple of small sips.
It was hard to imagine that he was the Du Yehu who had once hidden wine jars all beneath his bed and drank away his monthly allowance at the start of every month.
Li Jianqiu and Song Qingyue were drinking with them as well.
Song Qingyue had also brought along his younger sister, Song Qingzhi.
The little girl sat there quietly, eating.
Other than politely greeting everyone when she first entered, she did not make a sound for the rest of the time. She sat with proper posture, every bit the demure young lady.
Thinking of how she had once paid to copy Jiang An'an's homework, and even threatened to beat up Jiang... the little demoness who had once turned the world upside down had become much more sensible now.
Sensible children were often unhappy children.
That was why, all these years, Jiang Wang had tried his hardest to protect Jiang An'an's innocence. He would rather she be a little willful—little An'an had begun to grow sensible very early. After her father died of illness, after her mother remarried... after the home Jiang Wang had carefully made for her was destroyed in the Human Calamity of that winter.
It was only after she had lived in peace in Cloud Kingdom for a long time that she began to grow lively.
High Heaven Pavilion had given her the feeling of a home, and the storms of this world had never again brushed past her.
But what about Song Qingzhi?
Song Hengjiang had