Why is it Jiujiang Zhao again?
It’s been just a short while since I parted ways with Zhao Yi, and he’s already eager to drink Biluochun tea?
Recalling what Liu Yui ntioned about ’taking over everything,’ Li Zhiyuan could vaguely guess the aning, but he felt that Zhao Yi shouldn’t be that foolish.
Moreover, from a logical standpoint, Zhao Yi had cut the Gate of Life and Death from his brow and was determined to walk the Jianghu; he shouldn’t be tangled up with his family anymore.
Just like how I’m in the Jianghu now, only maintaining a basic connection with Grandma Liu, even when recounting so Jianghu matters, using vague substitutes, just to prevent my actions from adversely impacting them.
What’s Zhao Yi up to, coming at it backward?
Liu Yui, of course, noticed Li Zhiyuan’s arrival. The old lady hesitated, waving the invitation slightly in hand, but ultimately didn’t let the young boy see it.
"Xiao Yuan, you young ones have your careers to focus on, leave the family relationships to us elders."
As she spoke, Liu Yui put the invitation away.
"Alright, Grandma."
Although he suspected there might be so misunderstanding, Li Zhiyuan wasn’t in a position to clarify right then.
Firstly, the old lady was agitated, and it wasn’t suitable for him to play the diator at that mont;
Secondly, the invitation was indeed from Jiujiang Zhao, and she was upset with the Jiujiang Zhao Family, not just an individual.
Thirdly, and most importantly, it involved ’taking over everything’, while he bore the legacy of the Qin and Liu families, and he was indeed the one benefitting.
The old lady’s anger also stemd from her wish to protect her turf.
Grandma Liu, like a mother hen, protected him, shielding his dish, leaving him no reason to help outsiders maneuver or explain.
However, fearing the old lady might overdo her anger, before heading downstairs, Li Zhiyuan softly remarked:
"Grandma, Zhuangzhuang has been dating soone recently."
"Oh?"
Sure enough, Liu Yui expressed interest upon hearing this.
Older folks love to gossip about the younger generation’s romantic affairs.
Yet in the past year or so, she could only watch helplessly as her carefully nurtured cabbages were nibbled by the little golden pigs.
At least, the little sturdy pig was now nibbling on cabbages too.
"Zhuangzhuang hasn’t visited in a few days."
"He should be coming over soon."
"Hmm."
Liu Yui picked up her teacup.
Li Zhiyuan turned and went downstairs.
The teacup was lifted halfway, then Liu Yui put it down again, saying: "The tea has really cooled."
Aunt Liu reassured her: "The heat is building up, and it’s almost boiling."
"It’s interesting how Xiao Yuan has been in the Jianghu for so ti, yet remains unknown, making others think our family is still being upheld by this orphan widow duo."
Aunt Liu: "That’s true, when Ali entered Jianghu, his commotion was significantly greater than now."
"That’s why Ali failed in the Jianghu."
"That’s because Xiao Yuan conducts himself more discreetly than Ali."
Liu Yui shook her head: "Xiao Yuan, the child, is actually much more ostentatious than Ali."
"I really don’t know how to respond to you, Grandma. Please, guide a bit?"
"Xiao Yuan always leaves early and returns early, smoothing things out before the waves even rise, making his ti in Jianghu like a business trip."
Oh my, those with brains just have a different way of doing things than ordinary folks.
Another thing, rember that feast in the Mountain City? I hadn’t taught him, yet he knew the rituals of the Qin and Liu families well, he must have used them often before too.
He’s used them so many tis, yet there’s still no word of him in Jianghu. Ali was out and about recently and heard nothing either.
This can only an one thing:
Others use their family legacy as a badge in the Jianghu for convenience and resources.
This boy likely uses ’successor of the Qin and Liu families in Jianghu’ as his self-introduction when Black and White Impermanence call the souls."
Aunt Liu initially didn’t understand but grasped it upon reflection.
The gist being: Xiao Yuan doesn’t hide his identity, but each ti after he’s announced his lineage, he cleans up anyone aware of his identity or malevolence.
If you leave no survivors, who will spread the word? Where would his tales originate in Jianghu?
Oddly, there were two survivors, those two officials who stord past the gate last ti.
But firstly, they were genuinely scared; secondly, the family child remained here waiting for opportunity, returning to their ho temple and keeping mum about the matter, sworn to secrecy.
Liu Yui murmured: "This... isn’t too bad either, making a fortune quietly."
Aunt Liu couldn’t help but smile. Grandma, you’re biased to the core, even willing to praise ’making a quiet fortune’ for our family.
Throughout history, has any Dragon King family ever followed such a path?
Aunt Liu: "Then we can only wait for the day the secret can’t be contained."
Liu Yui nodded: "When the secret really can’t be contained, the whole river will be startled."
"Then about the Jiujiang Zhao invitation..."
"Let’s separate the matters and call Ali up."
"Alright."
Aunt Liu went downstairs to call Ali, and Uncle Qin soon ca up, approaching the old lady.
Liu Yui: "Have a look yourself."
Uncle Qin picked up the invitation, opened it, and read through it.
Although the words were humble and postured submissively, the underlying aning was clear to anyone with sense.
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