Xie Baoshu felt that he and the surname Chongxuan were simply born to clash.
How was it that this family was everywhere he went?
At an occasion as striving and respectable as the Grand Master Ceremony, there was Chongxuan Zun. At a pleasure house like Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion, there was Chongxuan Mingguang. Even taking a stroll through the streets, he could run into Chongxuan Sheng...
Had the Chongxuan Family planted spies around him or something? Targeting Xie Baoshu every single day?
He had wanted to ignore this good-for-nothing, but the other man was, after all, the eldest son of the Marquis of Bowang. Then there was that Sun Wheel that had knocked him unconscious...
"Ah, my steps were too hurried just now—I failed to see you!" Xie Baoshu cupped his hands in salute. "Greetings, Uncle. I never expected that at your age, you would still work so tirelessly!"
He considered himself a true man, able to bend and stretch as needed, but he could not help putting a barb in his words.
At such an advanced age, he was still visiting brothels. Did the Chongxuan Family know no shame?
Chongxuan Mingguang threw back his head and laughed, waving a hand. "A treasured blade has never grown old, so there's no need for talk of flourishing in old age."
Xie Baoshu was dumbfounded.
He had actually taken it as a compliment.
Could he not understand such a crude jab? Did it only count as an insult if one cursed him to his face?
Chongxuan Mingguang paid no mind to what this junior was thinking and said solemnly, "A-Shu, I heard that you've had some conflicts with my Sheng'er, as well as Green Sheep Viscount?"
At the mention of this, Xie Baoshu perked right up.
Conflicts? It was far more than that!