There would be more tomorrow.
Seeing the other party approach with a "bashful yet flirtatious" air, Sun Shaozong hurriedly leapt down from the carriage shaft. Clicking his tongue, he craned his neck toward that cluster of flowers and brocade, while secretly sidestepping two paces to avoid Jia Lian without seeming to.
The exchange had been as swift as a rabbit's leap or a hawk's dive. Outsiders naturally noticed nothing, but Jia Lian, who had been reaching out to help him down, understood perfectly well.
A pang of resentment rose in him. He dug all ten fingers into his sleeves and said pointedly, "I heard Second Master has been in high spirits lately, roaming all over inside and outside the city. So how was it that you never thought to visit your nephew?"
Unlike Prince of Beijing and his wife, ever since he had been set up by his nephew Jia Yun, Lian, Second Master had never shared a bed with Wang Xifeng. How could he not know that this son was not his own?
And after forcing out the truth—that the child was actually Sun Shaozong's flesh and blood—not only did Jia Lian feel no anger, he even felt a measure of secret delight. It seemed that fate had tied yet another knot between him and Sun Erlang, one impossible to unravel.
When Sun Shaozong heard him mention his "nephew," although Wang Xifeng had long since tipped him off that Jia Lian bore no grudge, he could not help feeling somewhat guilty.
So he quickly laughed it off. "Second Brother, that is truly unfair. I prepared a generous gift long ago and have been waiting to drink at my nephew's Full Moon Wine!"
As he spoke, he pointed inside the residence. "We must not keep the honored guest waiting inside