How Many Sons, Exactly?

The Yu family.

Yu Kuohai was in high spirits, toying with his Precious Saber.

He casually practiced a few moves, thoroughly satisfied.

Yu Funan stood respectfully beside him. "Patriarch, this truly is a fine blade! It perfectly suits your imposing, domineering presence!"

"Mm."

Yu Kuohai was pleased and tossed the saber to Yu Funan.

Yu Funan hurriedly caught it and carefully handed it to a servant. "Quick! Hurry!"

Two maids stepped forward carrying a washbasin, towels, and other items to attend to him.

Two attendants carefully took the Precious Saber, wiped it down, placed it in a box, then carried it away.

After Yu Kuohai washed his hands, he casually handed the towel to Yu Funan. Yu Funan took it and tossed it to a maid, still following behind Yu Kuohai respectfully and buttering him up.

"Back then, after the Patriarch's Thunder Splitting Blade was cleaved in two during that great battle, you never had a weapon that truly suited your hand. Heh, this saber presented by the Zhang family really complements you, Patriarch—hero and treasured blade, shining in each other's glory!"

Yu Kuohai was quite pleased as well.

"Mm. Jiucheng was thoughtful. He actually knew I'd never had a weapon that suited me."

In an excellent mood, Yu Kuohai turned and grabbed Yu Funan by the wrist, his face animated.

"Fine stuff! The shape, the weight, the steel, the craftsmanship—and did you see those patterns?"

"I did, I did! Beautiful! Truly beautiful! In the entire provincial capital, I'd say only you, Patriarch, are worthy of this saber!"

"Mm?"

"Oh! Ah! This subordinate deserves a slap! This subordinate misspoke!"

Yu Funan said, "Only in the Patriarch's hands can this saber display its true value!"

"Mm."

Yu Kuohai said, "Why hasn't Shasha called lately? That girl forgot her old man the