Cloud shadows swept across the vast sky; peach blossoms greeted the spring breeze.
Zeng Anmin sat in the courtyard, gazing toward the room.
At that moment, Qin Shouchang and Qin Wanyue emerged from the main hall under Old Father's beaming guidance.
"Since that is settled, your Zeng family should hurry and prepare the betrothal gifts."
"Alright. I'll see you out."
Zeng Anmin followed from afar.
He had never imagined the final outcome would turn out like this.
The marriage had been arranged.
But not entirely arranged.
Now that Demon Emperor Xiangliu was dead, the Holy Dynasty and Jiang Kingdom were discussing a counteroffensive against Myriad Demon Mountain.
And this matter would soon see action.
Naturally, this was news from within the Imperial Court. Zeng Anmin was not an official, so he was nowhere near as well-informed as Old Father and Qin Shouchang.
First of all, Qin Shouchang had infiltrated the Demon Race, traveled ten thousand miles, and lured Xiangliu to the capital, allowing him to be slain.
He had earned the second-greatest merit in this matter.
And precisely because of that tremendous merit, Old Father had pushed Qin Shouchang into the position of Minister of Revenue.
Yes, that was right.
Lou Yingqi had left, and Qin Shouchang had returned.
Old Father was now blazing through the capital like the midday sun.
With the title of Duke of Qi, coupled with the prestige of being the Confucian Sage's eighth disciple—
Within the entire scholarly world, he stood alone at the summit.
In that vast Imperial Court, Chief Minister Li Zhen had painstakingly cultivated his influence for decades, yet it could not compare to Old Father soaring skyward on the wind in a single day.
And for a long while to come, the entire Imperial Court would become a stage where