Wang Chong had, after all, had many, many ex-girlfriends. There was absolutely nothing wrong with his emotional intelligence, and he would never choose the wrong words for the occasion.
Su Luoyan, a young noblewoman from an aristocratic family, had absolutely no experience in such matters. But she was exceptionally clever-how could she fail to hear the half-truths in his words? She shot Wang Chong a look that seemed both reproachful and angry, leaving him to interpret it himself.
Wang Chong was delighted. Although Chu Qiuzi had already been quite forward, she remained very reserved, and with several junior sisters serving as glaring third wheels, there had hardly been any opportunities. This time, however, Su Luoyan had practically delivered herself to his door. How could he fail to seize the opportunity?
With so much happening along the way, they did not march for very long that day. Wang Chong found somewhere to make camp early.
Using the excuse of teaching these Yegeluo clansmen their language, he gathered everyone and told them over two hours of "Battle Through the Heavens." Not only the grassland warriors but even the men of respectable families under his own command listened in rapt fascination. Even at dinner that evening, someone came running over to ask him what stage of Dou Qi Power his ninth-grade internal power would count as.
Su Luoyan also listened with relish, even secretly covering her little mouth as she giggled. Only after Wang Chong had sent away the subordinates who came asking what happened next did she ask quietly, "Where did you find a storybook that you could tell so entertainingly?"
Wang Chong chuckled and sidestepped the subject. "Sister Su, what do you know about Ba Prefecture?"
Su Luoyan said, "Ba Prefecture ranks fourteenth among the thirty-seven prefectures of the realm. It