Zhou Shuren held a cup of hot tea, and as he drank, Master Wong had already dismissed the servants from the courtyard, leaving only Wong Ju by his side.
The old master held a hand warmer, "This time, with the Wong family's help, there won't be any upheaval for the next decade or so."
Zhou Shuren poured himself another cup of hot tea, "You've calculated everything, old master."
The old master smiled; he was also weary. Yet, being born into a noble family, he enjoyed all the privileges it brought him. As long as he was alive, he had to plan for the family's future, "I want to speak favorably about Ju'er, but unfortunately, he still falls short compared to you."
Wong Ju wasn't disgruntled. He had observed Zhou Shuren's journey up to this day and knew he couldn't match Zhou Shuren's clarity of mind.
The old master continued, "After I die, though Ju'er can hold the Wong family, I hope you can offer some guidance. The Wong family being well is crucial for the Zhou Hou Residence."
