Chu Shun and the others exchanged glances.
Originally, I thought I was already neglected enough at home. Compared to Su Chong, my own father still seems affectionate.
Yet, how twisted must Marquis Dongxiang's mind be, when even his own son can't follow his thoughts? For others to understand him is as hard as reaching the sky.
"What happens if we don't let him?" the Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo Mansion asked. "My uncle is quite stubborn."
Su Chong glanced at him and said, "How is your uncle's martial arts?"
"About the same as General Zhongwu," the Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo Mansion thought for a moment and replied.
"Better give up. With my father, no amount of stubbornness as a mule will work. You need to have hard fists," Su Chong said while sipping his tea.
"...."
Thinking of how General Zhongwu had his nose broken, and Duke Chong hadn't attended court for days still nursing his injuries, you realize how hard Marquis Dongxiang's fists are.
