Guanjiangkou.
Yang Jian lifted his teacup, gently blew the foam off the surface, and took a small sip.
Fine tea.
The True Lord was in excellent spirits, thoroughly pleased.
He had gone to quell an uprising. Whether they had won or lost was none of his concern. What mattered was that he had profited, earning a substantial, tangible sum of merit for the soldiers of Guanjiangkou.
Pocket the benefits first. All the empty ceremonial talk could be left to the civil officials in Lingxiao Palace to squabble over.
Setting down his teacup, Yang Jian's lips curved slightly upward.
It wasn't just the merit that had put him in such a good mood. There was another private matter on his mind.
What was it?
Naturally... no telling, no telling. Those were little secrets.
Whenever Yang Jian thought of Yang Chan, warmth filled his heart. Fortunately, he had taken precautions and placed a restraining seal on his Third Sister.
If that scoundrel Chen Wei dared harbor even the slightest improper intention of overstepping his bounds, the seal would activate immediately and mercilessly repel him.
Just imagining Chen Wei scheming desperately to get closer to her, only to be knocked back with a bruised nose and swollen face, filled Yang Jian with delight.
Beautifully done!
The True Lord took another sip of tea, his mind filled with his own sweet, adorable, well-behaved Third Sister.
His thoughts drifted back to when she was little. Yang Chan hadn't grown into her features then. She had been short, with two round buns on her head, chasing after him on little legs that ran surprisingly fast, calling in her babyish voice, "Second Brother, Second Brother, pick me up..."
Those eyes would have melted anyone's heart.
There was nothing better than those peaceful, lovely days.
Yet that scoundrel