Jiang Rou had never imagined Zhao Fu's true identity would be so terrifying. With that status alone, let alone aristocratic families like theirs, even the inheritors of nations would have to regard him with awe.
Given Great Qin's terror, not a single faction could remain unafraid. As Great Qin Imperial Prince's representative in the real world, Zhao Fu's status within Great Qin could not possibly be low. No wonder Zhao Fu possessed such formidable strength—Great Qin stood behind him.
Jiang Rou recalled Zhao Fu's words. She had no power to influence the Jiang Family. This time, in opposing Great Qin, she knew what fate awaited them, but she had never expected Great Qin to spare the Jiang Family.
It was Zhao Fu. Because of her, Great Qin had spared the Jiang Family. Zhao Fu must have endured considerable pressure within Great Qin for this, especially when facing that cruel, bloodthirsty Great Qin Imperial Prince.
Thinking of this, Jiang Rou released Zhao Fu's arm. Zhao Fu had already helped her so much. This time, she truly did not want Zhao Fu to bear such burdens for her.
"Zhao Fu! I think I should stay," Jiang Rou said with her head lowered.
Zhao Fu froze at her words. Looking at her expression, he suddenly understood and smiled softly. "If you don't leave, wouldn't all my painstaking efforts have gone to waste? Besides, aren't we friends?"
"But you've already helped me so much!" Jiang Rou raised her head, her eyes moist as she looked at Zhao Fu, guilt filling her heart.
"Well, then repay me properly in the future," Zhao Fu said with a light laugh. Everything he had done for Jiang Rou had merely been a small matter, nothing worth dwelling on.
Hearing Zhao Fu's answer, Jiang Rou said with a serious