Tiandu. Lu Mansion.
Gongsun Yu sat in the grand hall's high-backed chair, guarding the enormous lineage like its head.
The chubby Lu Tianyu sat upright beside his mother. Though his heart, liver, and lungs had all been drawn to the duel on Mount Lan, he could not leave the house. The only thing he could do was keep his mother company, sitting there with her back straight as a ramrod. His mother was extremely strict with him. If she saw him sitting improperly, hunched over with his back bent, she would punish him.
Among the nobility, the demands of etiquette were almost unbearably strict.
Lu Tianyu could not understand why his mother would not let him leave.
It was said that everyone in Tiandu had gone to watch that battle of the century. Old Immortal Zhishui Mu Dingyi had personally taken the field—this was a great event not seen in decades, surely.
Besides, the other side of the decisive battle was Li Sinian's older brother. Li Sinian's older brother was therefore his own older brother as well. He had even saved his father's life, making him the Lu family's benefactor—and Lu Tianyu's benefactor too.
There was a saying in Tiandu: A child with a father was a treasure, while a child without one was a weed.
Whenever he imagined the miserable days he would face if he lost his father, a lingering fear seized his heart.
Deep down, he respected and liked Li Mu Yang.
He simply did not like Li Mu Yang's appearance.
A real man ought to have several pounds of flesh on him. Otherwise, what kind of man was he? Lu Tianyu was extremely satisfied with his own fleshy figure.
Besides, Li Mu Yang was so handsome he looked like a woman. He did not have a