Wu Jian didn’t know how long he spoke with Emperor Hou Jun, though he mostly just listened. The stories he’d been told had fascinated him. Wu Jian only ever knew his father as a stern, uncompromising individual who rarely showed his emotions, but according to the emperor, the man was a passionate warrior whose charisma had caused him to rise through the military’s ranks even though he wasn’t as strong as others. What had interested him the most was the story about how his father had saved the emperor’s life. That was the moment when Emperor Hou Jun had become sworn brothers with his father.
He returned to Hou Jingshu’s residence to find not just the princess and Yōuměi present, but Zhou Lihua as well. The woman sitting elegantly at a low-seating table smiled at him when he entered.
“Welcome home,” she said.
Yōuměi quickly bounded up to him and began rubbing her face against his legs. “Ah! Master! Welcome back!”
“How was my father?” asked Hou Jingshu.