Li Wu held a pot of wine, leaned against the open bamboo window, frowned, and muttered to himself:
"What on earth am I thinking?"
"Once you're gone, even before taking the position, all sorts of strange occurrences and beings emerge. In the manor, the four deputy masters respect you, probably because they respect your son. The bond of respect diminishes over time, and they likely don't see your grandson in a favorable light. Now, bypassing your children, you bequeath the estate to a girl you picked up."
The old man took a sip of wine and sighed:
"Can this girl really hold down this Jianghu for you?"
Raising his eyes again, he saw Dongfang Ximing lying spread-eagle on the bed. The old man chuckled, shook his head, and paid no more attention.
