Old Wei Lou was doomed to have a miserable day.
He had barely finished ranting when his friend in the scene twisted the knife.
[I signed a contract, after all.]
One sentence delivered a fatal blow to both Wei Lous, inside and outside the scene.
His friend pressed the attack, blinking in feigned confusion. [With this contract in place, she's my lord, and I'm her subject. Isn't calling her "my lord" only natural? Or has Lord Marquis forgotten even this basic courtesy? Would you like your nephew to teach you again?]
As soon as the title "nephew" came out, everyone turned to look at Wei Lou in unison. They had thought Wei Lou and his friend were simply friends, perhaps classmates, contemporaries, or childhood companions. They hadn't expected his friend to be of such senior rank—a nephew!
Wei Lou said, "I never acknowledged him."
Calling him a nephew was really just a forced attempt to claim kinship.
The two family trees were only distantly connected. His friend was of the same generation as Wei Lou's maternal cousins, so by working it out, he could just barely be considered Wei Lou's nephew. In terms of age, though, his friend was actually much younger than Wei Lou. Strictly speaking, he was about the same age as Wei Cheng.
Wei Lou sighed. "The last time I received a family letter from him was over seventy years ago. He died of illness long ago."
Back then, Wei Lou had only just managed to make it in time to see him one last time.
Normally, even if he couldn't live as long as Wei Lou, he shouldn't have died so soon. That led back to the old business of the Wu State Gu Calamity. He'd suffered damage to his foundation back then. Tsk, it was