"Uncle, save me!" My little nephew was so frightened that he hurriedly burrowed behind me again. That boy was a sly little fox—there was no way Li Poxiao could hit him.
I raised a hand to signal Li Poxiao to stop, then thought it over. This matter really did seem feasible, and it was worth serious consideration. In truth, it was only right for Li Poxiao to dote on Li Muqing. After all, neither of his two sons had his surname, and he hadn't even chosen their names himself. Only Li Muqing could be said to have grown up under his knee from childhood to adulthood—and she was a girl at that. How could he not love her a little more?
If he was going to ascend to the Creation Heaven, he would certainly have to find the girl a good family to marry into before he could rest easy.
Besides, though Li Poxiao and I had been at odds ever since we first made our names—fighting one day, making up the next, then stirring up another storm before eventually walking the same path again—we had gone through this back and forth so many times that our friendship had become as calm as an undisturbed sea. Don't let the way Li Poxiao usually looked down on me and found fault with everything I did fool you. At critical moments, he knew that entrusting his child to my household was the best choice. And since the child liked it too, now that he trusted me this much, I couldn't let him down.
After thinking it over, I said, "Li Poxiao, I can't guarantee that this will work, but I guarantee I'll do my best to make it happen—to bring your child into my household. I admit, this is a good thing