Once the two had agreed, An Yuxing immediately had someone summon his great-grandson, An Chenhui.
Mm. A very handsome young man, only he looked a little immature.
"Hui'er, this is the Marquis of Jing'an. From now on, he will be your master!" An Yuxing said.
An Chenhui stared blankly, looked at Yang Zhengshan, then looked at An Yuxing. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees with a thud—but the one he knelt to was not Yang Zhengshan, but An Yuxing.
"Old Ancestor, you don't want me anymore!" An Chenhui's face was full of grievance, his eyes slightly red, and he nearly burst into tears.
"..."
Yang Zhengshan suddenly stiffened, looking at An Chenhui in utter confusion.
What was this supposed to mean?
What did he mean, Old Ancestor did not want him anymore?
An Yuxing's face darkened. "You foolish idiot, when did this old man ever say he didn't want you?"
An Chenhui looked at Yang Zhengshan again and said in a low, timid voice, "Then why is Old Ancestor finding a master for Hui'er?"
An Yuxing felt a wave of helplessness. He did not know what had happened either!
Back when he brought An Chenhui over, An Chenhui had clearly been a lively, obedient child. But over the past few years, An Chenhui had seemed to become someone else entirely—timid and foolish, spending every day cautiously on thin ice.
Although anger stirred in his heart, this was still the great-grandson he valued, so An Yuxing could only rein in his temper and explain, "The Marquis of Jing'an is skilled at teaching disciples. To be able to take him as your master is your good fortune."
"And you can still live here in the future. You may return at any time."
Hearing this, much of the grievance on An Chenhui's face