Dugu Zongheng squinted his eyes as he looked on with contempt. “Look at this old bastard. Just because his grandson was a little hurt, he became so anxious. He does not have the bearing of a great general at all, how disdainful! For someone like me to be outranked by such an ordinary man, what a worldly tragedy!”
Dugu Wudi curled the corners of his lips and spoke out in support of his father while nodding his head. “Indeed, indeed, how despicable, a worldly tragedy!”
All the ministers shook their heads in unison as they looked at them with utter contempt: A mere scratch would have been enough to cause you people from the Dugu Family to raise a sky shaking havoc. And yet you actually have the gall to despise Jun Zhantian, how shameless! However, the words that Grandfather Dugu spoke today seemed rehearsed. It seemed one of the head clerks must have helped him out with the script…
En? Could it be that he had rehearsed this for a long time? That is a shocking revelation! Could it be that something is going on in the Military Division? Thinking about this, all the old foxes in the Imperial Court felt shocked.
Seeing his son supporting him with complementing words, Dugu Zongheng laughed happily. Stroking his beard, he said. “In the end, my family is still the best. Producing nearly ten heirs in one go, each of them are skilled dragons and fearsome tigers; unlike the Jun Family which only have a single fur.”
Dugu Wudi nodded like a chicken pecking down at grains of rice. “Indeed! Indeed!”
A wave of contempt burst out from the crowd again: With just one sentence, you started bragging about your family foundation. Producing nearly ten heirs in one go? Do you take that daughter-in-laws of yours as sows? How unrefined! Besides, your three sons have a total of twenty wives but only nearly ten grandchildren; you think you are qualified to brag about this?
Ignoring the prideful pair of father and son, they all shook their heads and left as they headed home.
Let us just assume that everything that had happened in these two days as an exhilarating farce. If only we knew it would end like this… sigh.
A while later, the palace guards saw Grandpa Jun triumphantly escorting an old man with white hair and beard who was carrying a medical chest out the palace. On the horse that Grandpa Jun rode on, there was actually another seat prepared!
It turned out that even before entering the palace; Grandpa Jun had already prepared a seat for the doctor…
Truly… a detailed plan!
What kind of person could be called a master? This is what you call a master!
…
The great Young Master Jun, Jun Moxie was lying in bed, putting in every effort to appear ill. But in truth, he was inwardly feeling joyful.
The Lolita, Little Ke carefully served him, scooping spoonful of sweet bird’s nest soup for him. There were also ginseng soup, eight treasures lotus soup… as long as it is nourishing, it would be prepared for him. The only thing which made him unhappy was that Grandpa Jun would occasionally prepare a generous sum of Sixth level Xuan Beasts’ blood. According to him, this was a rare nourishing stuff. But, Jun Moxie would have to cover his nose and pour it down his throat or pour it down the bucket beside his bed…
It is simply too hard to stomach! I am not a barbarian! Is it worth it to give me blood to drink? How unhygienic is it? Would my stomach even survive?