The Northern Office's Future

The moment Jiang Wuyou said this,

the unfathomably powerful old woman immediately straightened up. Her gaze swept sharply from side to side, her aura surging as she grew intensely wary.

Because...

The "Eldest Brother" Jiang Wuyou referred to was not the current Crown Prince, Jiang Wuhua, master of Changle Palace.

It was the Deposed Crown Prince Jiang Wuliang, imprisoned in the Blue Stone Palace!

The unmentionable pain in the heart of the current Qi Emperor.

Back then, it had directly led to the Wither-Bloom Monastery's destruction, brought about Chongxuan Futu's death, and indirectly given birth to the Slaughterer.

And not long ago, the mere aftershocks of events from years past had toppled the once-prosperous Treasure Gathering Chamber of Commerce.

The old woman had every reason to be nervous!

Only after repeatedly surveying their surroundings did she say to Jiang Wuyou, "It is only right and proper for you to visit him in your spare time. That is simply the way of family. But to take his words to heart is very wrong indeed!"

The old woman was both anxious and afraid. "This old woman shouldn't speak to you like this, Palace Master, but the past events are all still vivid before my eyes. Even these old bones of mine still shudder at the memory. How can you not exercise greater caution?"

Jiang Wuyou gently stroked her back to comfort her and spoke in a soft, soothing voice. "Nanny, you've watched me grow up. Say whatever you wish; there's no need to hold back."

"But..." she explained, "I pay no heed to unrelated matters. As for Jiang Wang, first, he has no connection to Eldest Brother whatsoever. Second, Eldest Brother only made an offhand remark about him when I brought him up. I already believed Jiang Wang had a bright future