Just as Wu Jinghao was growing anxious from being stuck in the traffic jam.
Inside Changning Ferry.
A figure shot into the sky, streaking through the air like a startled swan.
He crossed the distance of five or six li in a mere sixty or seventy breaths, then drifted lightly down before Wu Jinghao's Palace Carriage. In a clear, ringing voice, he said, "Young Prefecture Prince Jinghao and our Monan kinsmen have arrived. Shoucheng failed to welcome you from afar—forgive me, forgive me."
He was a handsome young man of elegant bearing. Every gesture he made unconsciously exuded the gentle warmth and cultural refinement of a scion of a noble clan.
"It's the Ninth Grand Elder of the Wang Clan's 'Shou' generation." Among the carriages that had come to deliver gifts and offer congratulations, those with a bit of knowledge all exclaimed in admiration.
The Wang Clan's seventh-generation men of the "Shou" generation and women of the "Luo" generation were the most legendary generation.
Though there were not many of them, even setting aside the Wang Clan Leader Wang Shouzhe, every one of their peers possessed their own excellence and brilliance. By now, their generation had truly become the pillars holding up the Wang Clan.
And the youngest among the "Shou" generation was this Ninth Elder, Wang Shoucheng.
When Wang Shoucheng had been born, he had happened to enter an era of rapid development for the Wang Clan. As the youngest son of the Wang Clan's Sixth Ancestor Dinghai and the youngest of the "Shou" generation, he had naturally been doted upon by his elders and older brothers and sisters. From childhood to adulthood, he had always received excellent treatment.
Even Wang Shouzhe had cared for and valued this youngest brother, who was younger than his own son, taking great