Although his father held the exalted title of duke, the situation at court was complicated. One careless step could cost him his head, or even bring execution upon his entire family.
And his father, Duke Haisheng, ranked last among the current court's eight dukes. Other dukes and even ministers often bullied him.
It was all because his father's martial cultivation was lower than theirs, and the Chu Family had produced few talents in recent generations. To put it bluntly, they had fallen into decline.
If his own generation failed to produce someone of note, the dukedom would probably have nothing to do with the Chu Family by the next generation.
"Father, let me make you some tea." As soon as they entered the study, a maid came over, but Chu Cong personally brewed a pot of fine tea.
"You really have grown more sensible. All those years I spent teaching you haven't been wasted." Chu Guang sat down, feeling somewhat wistful, and took a small sip. Suddenly, he froze. "Excellent tea!"
"Of course. It came from the Western Lands. We don't have it in the Chu Kingdom," Chu Cong said with a touch of pride.
"I've had tea from the Western Lands before, but none tasted as good as yours." Chu Guang shook his head.
"It's called Big Red Robe, and it's exceptionally precious. They say a catty costs over ten thousand taels of gold. I only managed to bring back one tael to honor you, Father," Chu Cong said.
"Where did you get that much money, brat? You haven't been holding out your hand to the officials in Linghai, have you?
"I'm telling you, you absolutely must not do that.
"Especially now, at this critical time, when every official at court has his eyes on Linghai." Chu Guang looked