After taking his medicine, the old patriarch of the Lu Family felt drowsy and ready to sleep.
Only when Lu Lingxiao approached the bed did the nanny whisper in the old man's ear, "Master, the Fourth Young Master has come."
Among the grandchildren of the Lu Family, Lu Lingxiao ranked as the fourth.
The Lu Family was vast, with the old patriarch having married four wives in his lifetime, producing four sons and two daughters, with countless grandchildren and granddaughters.
Over the years, the struggle between the branches of the family had never ceased.
Now, as the patriarch's health became increasingly frail, the various branches seemed harmonious on the surface but were constantly making covert moves behind the scenes.
The old patriarch was advanced in years, but his mind was not muddled.
Upon hearing that Lu Lingxiao had arrived,
the patriarch finally opened his eyes.
Lu Lingxiao stood in front of the sickbed, locking eyes with the old patriarch.
