While Bieshu Feifan was talking with his son, the Daimyō, the woman beside the Daimyō woke up from the noise.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes.
"Darling, who are you talking to..."
Before the Daimyō's wife finished speaking, she saw the Daimyō treating a stranger with the utmost deference and went pale with shock.
But before she could cry out, her eyes met Bieshu Feifan's.
"Hello, Father. Your daughter-in-law pays her respects."
The Daimyō's wife, Ma, immediately bowed respectfully.
Bieshu Feifan had intended to make a few casual jokes, but when his gaze fell on the Daimyō's wife,
he froze for a moment.
This wife of the Daimyō actually had a face full of pockmarks too.
Bieshu Feifan hurriedly looked at the Daimyō, then at his wife,
then grabbed the Daimyō.
"Son, where did you find this wife of yours? How come you two look so alike?"
"Father, have you forgotten? She's my sister. You were the one who brought us together."
Bieshu Feifan nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked at the Daimyō and his wife again, then jumped away.
The nobles of the Shinobi World really got wild.
Bieshu Feifan couldn't accept it for the moment. A wave of nausea hit him, and he wanted to vomit.
"Son, get me some fresh bedding.
"From now on, you two are not to appear together in front of me.
"I'm getting old. I can't take the shock."
Even after the Daimyō and his sister left, Bieshu Feifan's stomach still felt unsettled.
In all his years in the Shinobi World, this was the first time he had suffered such a crushing mental defeat.
Even Uchiha Ji hadn't managed that back then.
Before long, the Daimyō personally brought fresh bedding, and Bieshu Feifan moved into the Daimyō's bedchamber.
As for the