Wu Peng tugged at the corners of his mouth, but seeing the old man now revelling in his own charming and spirited state, he wondered what his reaction would be if he were to tell him the news he had just learned.
He was born to the concubine, and was also the first son of the old man before him.
As a child, he had longed for paternal love, but when he lay on the ground, barely alive from the beating by Madam, his father simply glanced at him indifferently and then, cuddling the newly acquired Third Concubine, entered his room.
From that moment, he knew that he might be worth less than a dog in his father's eyes.
Sometimes the world is so unfair.
Is it that being a good person brings no reward, while being bad allows one to live a carefree and unrestrained life?
Wu Xiujie spoke up impatiently, "What is it that you want, hesitating and making a scene unworthy of public appearance?"
