"Brother, it really has been ages!"
The speaker was petite and well-proportioned, with neat black hair falling down her back. She wore a pink uniform, and her delicate features adorned a rosy face.
She had a lively, impish air that made it impossible not to look at her.
Whenever she blinked her large dark eyes, her long lashes trembled faintly.
It was Xiao Wu, whom Jiang Mingyang had met several times before.
After Tang San settled in the Imperial Capital, he had immediately written to Xiao Wu, hoping she would come and settle there too.
After all, Tang San was now an accomplished man and a minister Jiang Mingyang valued highly.
Success meant he could help those close to him, especially Xiao Wu, who had always stayed by his side.
Tang San also understood the mood and direction of the continent. The Heaven Dou Empire had splintered, its constituent kingdoms rebelling one after another. Its imperial line was extinct, with no heir to succeed it. Its fall was inevitable; to say it still existed in name was already being generous.
The Star Luo Empire was a little better off, but not by much. Its reigning emperor's health was worsening, and given the Empire's system and the state of the continent, it could not remain untouched by the turmoil.
Besides, they knew no one in the Star Luo Empire. Tang San could not rest easy sending Xiao Wu there alone.
By contrast, in the new Empire His Majesty had founded, Tang San counted among the leadership and enjoyed the emperor's esteem. He believed his abilities and position would let him take good care of Xiao Wu.
Moreover, though the Empire had only just been founded, its timing had been remarkably fortunate. It had even set the turmoil in motion, giving it