Old Master Lian finished the remaining half bag of dry tobacco before he slowly began to speak.
"We need to hurry up and sell the house in town; I'll go push for that again in the next few days," Old Master Lian said, tapping his tobacco pipe on the edge of the kang, "Jizu, you should also attend school with Wu Lang and Xiao Qi. Our place isn't far from the town, and it won't take much time to commute back and forth every day. Staying at home is better than living in that empty and cold room in town."
The implications of Old Master Lian's words were clear—he didn't want Lian Jizu to move to town, and the rest of his words were simply meant to be comforting.
This was the first time Old Master Lian had overruled the main house's opinion on matters related to studying and pursuing official ranks.
Lady He and Zhao Xiue exchanged a glance, feeling somewhat pleased, while the faces of Lian Shouren and his son Lian Jizu were not so happy.
"Grandfather, I..."
