Even though he knew deep down that those blood ties were as thin as a cicada's wings.
As long as he wore the mantle of a royal maternal relative.
Once he reached Yang Province, he, Cao Wenzhao, would be a close relative of the King of Chu whom no one under heaven dared slight!
Slow footsteps sounded behind him.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Cao Zhengxiong walked to the edge of the deck, his cloudy old eyes gazing at the layers of clouds parting before them.
"Wenzhao."
Cao Wenzhao turned around.
He called out.
"Father."
Cao Zhengxiong nodded and said mildly.
"On this trip to Yang Province, we won't ask for anything."
"Once we get there, watch more and speak less."
"Toss a brick at random there, and whoever it hits might be someone so important that we could spend our whole lives on Golden Crow Island without ever being worthy of approaching them."
"Show everyone the full measure of courtesy, but don't abase yourselves too much. After all, we're the King of Chu's maternal relatives. If we humiliate ourselves, it's His Highness the King of Chu who loses face."
Cao Wenzhao nodded firmly.
"Father, rest assured."
"I know exactly how much we weigh."
Just then.
Chen Yan walked over.
He cupped his hands and said gently, "Old Master, Patriarch Cao, the gale outside is fierce. Why not rest inside the cabin?"
"Very well."
Both men agreed.
Then they followed Chen Yan into the spirit vessel's lounge.
After they sat down.
Chen Yan glanced at the infant sleeping soundly in the wet nurse's arms.
He picked up the spiritual tea on the low table and took a sip before getting to the point.
"Old Master Cao, Patriarch Cao."
"The sheer scale and splendor of the grand elder's Divine