"I never imagined you'd be one of them."
Tian Hetu took a deep breath, feeling his blood pressure spike.
Xia Liang continued, "In terms of ability, you say he'll reach the peak one day, but there are things that only I can do. I will help this land in my own way."
He produced a reddish-gold medal. Yang Su knew what it was, of course; medals were awarded to those who had rendered meritorious service. It was just that so many had been issued over the last century that they were no longer anything special.
"This… this is!"
Tian Hetu leaped to his feet. He strode forward and grabbed Xia Liang's wrist, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.
"Old Tian, what's so special about it?" This was the first time Yang Su had ever seen her husband react so strongly. Even fifteen years ago, when he'd nearly lost the entire family fortune, he had remained confident and cheerful.
