Zhou Ti harbored his own thoughts. He lingered beside Little Madam Qi for a moment before leaving.
He wandered through the corridors of the courtyard, watching people come and go in every direction, searching for a chance to request an audience with Zhou Daqian.
He waited for a long time. By the time night had fallen, a familiar figure passed by.
"Uncle Mao!"
Zhou Ti saw that wild, untamed back, his eyes lighting up as he hurried forward and cupped his hands in greeting.
Mao Lang was a diehard among the Strong Martial Guards, an old hand who had risen step by step alongside Zhou Daqian.
For an illegitimate son like Zhou Ti, calling him Uncle Mao was more than appropriate, and it could also draw them closer.
As for Zhu Ruoxuan, the head of the personal guards, his status was unique. Only the legitimate son Zhou Ding was qualified to call him "Uncle."
Mao Lang stopped. "Does Young Master need something?"
"I wish to see Father. Uncle Mao, could you point me in the right direction? Has he been available recently?"
Mao Lang considered it, then slowly shook his head. "Not convenient. Young Master, be patient. Once this period passes, there may be an opportunity."
"Thank you, Uncle Mao."
Zhou Ti presented a package of local specialties. "These are northern delicacies. Please have a taste, Uncle Mao."
Mao Lang sniffed it. It was cured meat—not particularly valuable—so he accepted it cleanly and without fuss.
He nodded at Zhou Ti, indicating that he had business to attend to and needed to leave.
Zhou Ti respectfully bowed to him.
Mao Lang quickly reached the study door and heard Zhou You's voice, slightly raised. "The Grandmaster's reply has arrived. He said he will not be returning to the capital."
"The Heaven Sacrifice