Seven days later, the head of the Peng family finally saw the day he had been waiting for.
The Peng household servants stood in a row outside the residence, led by Lady Cao, waiting eagerly by the entrance.
"The young master is back! The young master is back!"
"My son..."
When the head of the Peng family heard the servant's report, he could no longer sit still and hurried out of his room.
Peng Zun came slowly around the street corner.
My son actually walked home?
Where was his carriage? Had he lost it paying off a debt?
The Peng family head's face turned as pale as paper. Even the carriage his son used to get around had been handed over as payment. Just what sort of life had he been living in the palace?
A stab of pain seized his heart. How could King Zhou do such a thing?
His breathing grew rapid as well. His son might have been good for nothing, but surely he did not deserve such humiliation!
Peng Zun stopped before him. Much of his wastrel air had faded, and he had grown thinner.
"What are you still standing here for? Go make me something to eat!"
The moment he opened his mouth, he was ordering the servants around as imperiously as ever.
The Peng family head breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, his tone was still the same.
The servants froze for a moment. This was hardly a proper time for a meal!
They did not care, but noble masters did! It was a matter of ritual propriety!
Seeing that no one moved, the Peng family head shouted:
"What are you gawking at? Didn't you hear what Zun said?"
Ritual propriety? Looking at his son, who had grown so much thinner, he could