News of the frontline army's great victory swiftly reached Valen Fortress. The Far East command was overjoyed and reported Zichuan Xiu's accomplishments to the imperial capital.
Yang Minghua's face darkened when he received the news. He had never expected that the brat from seven years ago would grow to such a point.
Over the past seven years, although his own faction had steadily expanded, Zichuan Canxing had kept him in check, preventing him from taking control of the family's highest authority.
If Zichuan Xiu continued to grow in the Far East and succeeded Ge Yingxing, Yang Minghua's position would become extremely precarious. It would be even harder for him to seize control of the family. He had to transfer Zichuan Xiu back to the imperial capital!
In the Far East, Zichuan Xiu escorted the Demons princess Kadan into Valen Fortress. After arranging for Bai Chuan to take charge of the Demons princess's security,
he rode back to the Far East headquarters.
After dismissing the guards, Zichuan Xiu began sneaking drinks from his old superior's treasured liquor stash.
After finishing a meeting, Luo Bo, deputy commander of the Far East Army, returned to his office and found Zichuan Xiu drinking.
"You brat! You're stealing my liquor again!"
The burly Luo Bo plopped down beside Zichuan Xiu and took the half-finished bottle of brandy from his hand.
This was the finest liquor produced by Snow Moon Tower, and this vintage was limited edition.
He had treasured this bottle and been reluctant to drink it, yet this brat had downed half of it in one go. Luo Bo was furious, but when he remembered how the brat had brought great glory to the Far East Army this time, he felt it would be petty to make an issue of it.
"You did well