Iron Hammer smacked his lips and chuckled. "Ah, yes, Young Master, you're looking for the master? Heh, good news, Young Master—twelve pieces of good news. Which one would you like to hear?"
Twelve pieces of good news? Lin Qi stared at Iron Hammer in shock. "Any one will do. If it's good news, then any of them will do."
Iron Hammer swayed to his feet, then burst out laughing as he counted on his fingers. "Then congratulations twelve times over, dear young master Lin Qi—you're going to be a big brother! Hahaha! The princess the master married last time is pregnant, and eleven more concubines are pregnant too. They all got pregnant at the same time, with no more than half a month between them!"
Lin Qi's towering body swayed. Golden stars flashed before his eyes in waves. He stood there dumbly for a long while before roaring in fury, "While I was on the Western Continent, working myself to the bone and risking my life for the family, you're telling me that my father got twelve women pregnant within half a month? I know about that princess. What was her princess title again? Fine, that isn't important!"
Taking a deep breath, Lin Qi let out a low roar. "But what's with those eleven concubines? Nobody told me that old man had taken concubines!"
Iron Hammer rubbed his red, bulbous drinker's nose and spread his hands helplessly. "Ah, those concubines? Yes, that's rather strange too. We don't know why, but didn't the master become some sort of prince? The nobles and officials in his territory all seem to love giving him delicate little girls as gifts!"
Iron Hammer smacked his lips and shrank his neck. "This isn't Dunkirk. We have nothing to do all day, so the master drinks with