"We pay our respects, Uncle."
"We pay our respects, Uncle!!"
Zhong Hui frowned as he looked at the two men before him.
Because old Zhong Yao had remained vigorous in his later years, there had been a slight gap in age between Zhong Hui and his elder brother, which had also left Zhong Hui somewhat out of step in age with his nephews and grandnephews.
For instance, Zhong Hui's grandniece, the one who had married Wang Chang's son, was older than Zhong Hui...
Of the two now standing before Zhong Hui, one was named Zhong Yi.
Zhong Yi was Zhong Yu's third son and, speaking of it, was several years older than Zhong Hui... Zhong Yong, on the other hand, was younger, a little over ten years Zhong Hui's junior.
As the two stood before him and bowed low in greeting, Zhong Hui gently stroked his chin.
"I said I only wanted one. Why did he send two?"
The two standing before him were rather embarrassed as well. Zhong Yi seemed to understand this uncle of his very well. He said, "Uncle, Father said your talents are so extraordinary that one person could never inherit your title. It would take two to bear the weight of your kindness!"
Zhong Hui immediately lifted his head. "Elder Brother truly understands me!!!"
Zhong Yong nearly laughed aloud.
He still remembered his father roaring at him and his elder brother before they left.
"How could one heir possibly be enough for him to torment? Both of you go! Keep a close eye on him! If he wants to rebel, come tell me!"
Zhong Hui now spoke again. "From now on, you two will be my sons. Do not grow arrogant and overbearing just because you are my sons, and do not sully my reputation.