After Uncle Zhao and Li Fu had both left, Yu Xuan looked at Li Tiangang hesitantly and said:
"Marshal, you only returned yesterday. A conflict and misunderstanding like this with the young master is bound to affect your bond as father and son. Should you perhaps go comfort him?"
Li Tiangang glanced in the direction Li Hao had left. He, too, realized that his attitude had been rather harsh, but then he remembered the cold look Li Hao had given him, and an inexplicable anger flared in his heart.
He patted Yu Xuan on the shoulder and said, "You had to put up with that boy's temper today."
Yu Xuan hurriedly bowed. "You're too kind, Marshal. I'm quite all right. What matters is the young master..."
"I'll go see him later."
Li Tiangang sighed. "Even if I was wrong, that boy has been spoiled for years. His temper is far too great. He even said we could do whatever we wanted with the painting. If Qingqing was in it-his own mother-how could he abandon it in a fit of pique over something so trivial? He deserves a beating!"
Yu Xuan parted his lips slightly, wanting to speak, but he did not know how to persuade him.
After all, he knew nothing about such matters. He was a battlefield orphan, and with discipline so strict, it was hardly his place to say more.
Just then, a figure suddenly flew across the sky toward them.
Li Tiangang looked up and saw that the visitor was his Second Uncle. A smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Second Uncle!"
He called out first, then strode out of the corridor to greet him.
"What brings you here? I was just about to go thank you."
Li Muxiu landed in the courtyard. Looking at Li Tiangang's