Nanglong Soujin had long known that he lost the bet, but he didn't feel much anxious. A different matter happened with his grandfather who was already berating him loudly the moment he stepped into their home.
"Are you done, old man?"
Nanglong Souka could only raise his hand in a helpless manner while Nanglong Soujin's mother, Qin Shie, tried to ease up her father-in-law's anger. She felt that Soujin had already done enough for the kingdom, so why should this old man continue to pester her son?
"Come here, Soujin. You must be tired from all the war. Why don't you rest up for a while?"
Towards his mother, Soujin was far warmer. "It's alright, mom. I didn't hurry back to the capital, so I'm not really tired."
"Silly boy, then let's eat. Mother prepared your favorite meal."
