Related to that Master Tang?
After all, "Ah Ming" was Fan Zhiming. He was still studying at the Imperial Capital Four Directions Academy, where his grades were exceptionally outstanding. He was another promising young member of the Fan Household, with a future everyone thought bright.
And now they suddenly wanted him to become Tang Changsheng's disciple...
Then there was the way Fan Zhifeng had been stripped of all authority with a single sentence.
Clearly, this meant the Three Households—or at least the Fan Household—had changed their attitude toward Tang Changsheng. They were drawing closer to him.
"Everyone, leave." Fan Jiren waved a weary hand. They all withdrew. Fan Zhifeng, especially, looked so lost he nearly fell without even noticing.
Fan Jiren sighed softly, an expression in his eyes that might have been pity—or something else entirely.
"No need to sigh, sir. Young Master Feng was only confused for a moment," the butler who had brought him the telephone said gently.
"It wasn't a moment's confusion. He simply couldn't see far enough. Ah Feng grew up away from home and has barely spent any time in Lower River. He doesn't know where the Three Households' foundations lie. I'd meant to let him run into a wall and learn his lesson, but I never expected things in Lower River to take this turn!
"Ah Zheng, take Ah Ming to Lower River. Make sure everything is explained clearly. Ah Ming must go of his own free will... And don't let him throw some spoiled young master's tantrum and turn a good thing into a bad one..."
"I understand, sir. Leave it to me," the butler Fan Zheng replied.
With that, he carefully withdrew.
Fan Jiren gazed blankly at the river. Only the last glow of sunset remained, and the streetlights had come on.