Seeing the World

When Feng Yue returned, Feng Ming and Jiang Wang had already drunk quite a bit. The atmosphere was lively, and they were getting along splendidly.

Of course, Feng Ming couldn't truly bare his heart to Jiang Wang in such a short time. It was little more than polite socializing, though he was also trying to drown his sorrows in wine.

"Brother Yu, let me tell you. Those damned marquises..." With an arm around Jiang Wang's shoulder, Feng Ming occasionally let slip what was really on his mind.

"Ahem!" Feng Yue coughed, cutting off his outburst.

Feng Ming was clearly well accustomed to his father keeping him in line. He immediately withdrew his arm and sat up straight. Perhaps to ease the awkwardness, he introduced Jiang Wang to his father. "This is Brother Yu Songhai, a friend I just made."

Feng Yue nodded, dismissing the introduction with perfunctory acknowledgment.

"Come on," he said. "Go inside with me."

Feng Yue and his son had come on behalf of the Azure Cloud Pavilion to mend relations with the Marquis Weining Mansion. Naturally, they couldn't just sit out in the cold and leave.

He had just been cultivating a connection with Steward Jiao. No one knew how many benefits he'd promised in private, but Steward Jiao had clearly softened.

At least they could now take their seats in the inner courtyard.

"I'm not going," Feng Ming grumbled. "I'm comfortable here!"

Feng Yue had already turned to leave, tossing out only, "Don't dawdle."

He really didn't indulge this son of his at all.

Feng Ming felt awkward in front of his "new friend." He wanted to stay put, but he was also afraid of his father's usual authority.

Jiang Wang tactfully said, "Brother Feng, since the Marquis Mansion has admitted they slighted you, inviting you