Marquis Yu had met up with Zhou Yunshen long ago, but he still had no idea his son had been taken to a brothel.
When the Shadow Guards' Flying Eagle Message reached his hands, Zhou Yunshen's meaningful look made his skin crawl.
"Little Zhou, I'm your elder, after all. Could you show me a little respect? That look of yours makes me feel like you're about to finish me off!"
"Being a few years older makes you my elder? Going by age, I could call you an older brother at most."
"Bullshit! Going by family seniority, you ought to call me Uncle!"
Zhou Yunshen glanced at the note and waved it lazily, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh my, someone has time to argue about family seniority with me but can't be bothered to look after things at home. Has my little nephew been doing well?"
Marquis Yu coughed a few times. Didn't Zhou Yunshen know perfectly well whether his son was doing well?
It was precisely because his son wasn't doing so well that he had left his upbringing to his wife.
Mentioning his son brought Marquis Yu a whole handful of bitter tears. "You know my youngest son has been frail since birth. More than a dozen imperial physicians said he wouldn't live past fifteen. My wife said that if he really couldn't hold on, we should at least let him live happily."
"It's too early to say how long he'll live."
With his wife around, even dying might prove a little difficult.
As for the matter of happiness, that was a little more complicated.
Zhou Yunshen pursed his lips thoughtfully as he looked at the note.
"I don't know whether my little nephew is happy, but his life certainly is colorful."
"Of course. My wife is worldly