Not long after Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ye Lingling left, the steward brought a visibly hurried Oscar to the Prince of Wei's Residence.
Jiang Mingyang had just seen the three women off and returned to the dining room, intending to eat a little more, when he heard the steward's announcement.
He wiped his mouth in the dining room, then walked slowly back to the sitting room.
When Jiang Mingyang entered, Oscar was sitting tensely in a chair, glancing around without pause.
The moment Oscar saw him, he hurried to his feet and bowed.
"Brother Jiang, it's been so long!" Oscar said, his face alight with excitement.
"It's only been a few days... but you're as impressive as ever, Brother Jiang. I'm envious!"
Oscar was so excited that his words came out in a jumble. He trembled like a student giving a speech before the whole school, nervous and thrilled at once.
His excitement was understandable.
Jiang Mingyang was the Prince of Wei now!
A prince was among the unquestioned nobility of Douluo Continent, standing at the very pinnacle of power.
And Jiang Mingyang was the only prince who did not belong to the imperial family.
For an outsider to be granted that title, he had to wield a frightening amount of power.
He also needed the emperor's favor or trust—or something valuable enough to trade for it.
And anyone qualified to bargain with an emperor might wield power scarcely less than the emperor's own.
Oscar knew perfectly well that, if Shrek Academy had not had Ning Rongrong, the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and one of Douluo Continent's highest nobles, someone of his ordinary background would never have had the chance to meet Jiang Mingyang.
Oscar knew his own limits. His talent was good,