He really had grown afraid of Tang Changsheng's habit of refusing to play by the rules. Wasn't high society supposed to trade barbed words without batting an eye? Who flipped the table as crudely and directly as Tang Changsheng?
A bumpkin from the backwoods, just as expected. He's never seen the world. Crude and stupid.
Ling Zheng had truly landed on his feet, too. Back then, he had been driven into bankruptcy, and they had even forced him to sell his daughter.
Who could have imagined his fortunes would turn? He had somehow become Governor of the Lower River. It defied all reason!
He kept calling the Lower River a backwater, but it was still home to millions and was one of the world's most famous grain-exporting regions.
And the elected Governor of a semi-independent autonomous region was practically a local emperor, a lord of his own domain. His position was nothing like that of an official back in Great Chu.
Even the main branch of Ling had never imagined that this wayward son, who could no longer find a place in Great Chu and had been forced overseas, would transform so quickly into the Governor of a region with millions of people.
True, a region of several million people amounted to no more than a single prefecture in Great Chu. But a Governor of an overseas autonomous region held immense power. He was nothing like a prefect caught in the layers upon layers of Great Chu's bureaucracy.
That was why the main branch of Ling had sent people to congratulate Ling Zheng on his impending appointment as Governor of the Lower River.
The Ning Household had sent someone as well, hoping to restore ties and, while they were at it, secure Ling Xiaoyu's Marriage Pact.
The Ning Household had