"Should we disband this singing and dance troupe?"
In the Wu’an Marquis Mansion, Zhongxuan Sheng held a thick account book, making marks on it, talking to himself: "Forget it, I’ll set up a memorial tablet tomorrow and let them sing and dance there every day. After all, Wang likes to watch."
Yi Shisi, who had been silent all along, only spoke up now: "He doesn’t like to watch."
Zhongxuan Sheng retorted: "How do you know he doesn’t like to watch? Why else did he bring them all the way back from the grassland?"
"Wang only likes cultivation," Shisi said.
"Whatever." Zhongxuan Sheng said: "It’s decided then, he can’t argue with me now anyway."
Shisi then fell silent.
"Hey," Zhongxuan Sheng continued: "Do you think that if I arrange a funeral for him over here, spending lots of silver coin, and he suddenly returns, wouldn’t that be quite spooky?"
"Will he come back? We can’t really say he’s dead, right? We haven’t seen the body. Bao Bozhao hasn’t seen the body... ugh!"
"Ji Zhaonan... maybe intentionally, maybe unintentionally. I won’t think well of him. Why should I think well of him? Wang Yiwu harmed you, Ji Zhaonan harmed Jiang Wang. I won’t forget this account, just wait and see! Just wait and see..."
He talked to himself, pacing back and forth.
With a brush in hand, he scribbled left and right, and the normally clear accounts grew messier the more he looked at them.
"What a mess this Wu’an Marquis Mansion is, what kind of lousy accounts are these!"
He violently threw the account book, which landed on the desk with a thud.
He took a few steps out and said to the skinny little monkey outside the study: "I told you to practice writing, practice writing, practice writing, as your master instructed. Why are you always lingering around here!?"
Chu Yao looked nervously at Zhongxuan Sheng but still summoned the courage to speak: "When will Master... return?"
"He’s dead, killed by someone, not coming back." Zhongxuan Sheng impatiently waved his hand: "Get lost—hey! Why are you still standing there?"
Chu Yao stood there firmly, stubbornly shaking his head: "I don’t believe it! My Master is undefeated in the world, he only kills others, no one can kill him!"
"You can only see so far, you say undefeated in the world? Always fighting and killing, who can you defeat?" Zhongxuan Sheng raised his foot as if to kick, but seeing Chu Yao not budge, wearily put his foot down.
Pointing at Chu Yao, he said: "Since we’re at this point, I have to seriously tell you something today, you little brat. You are Wang’s direct disciple, what you should get, you won’t get shortchanged a bit. How your master treated you before, I’ll treat you the same. But don’t have thoughts you shouldn’t have. Wang still has family, Wang’s inheritance, I will hand it over to her without missing a piece. Do you understand?"
As he spoke, he got angrier: "No, why are you pouting? Are you feeling wronged? Think I’m giving you too little?"
"I don’t want anything!"
Right in front of him, this stubborn and strong-willed skinny monkey suddenly couldn’t hold back the tears, crying out loudly: "I want Master! I want Master! I want Master!!"
Crying and yelling, he kicked Zhongxuan Sheng once and then turned and ran.
"What kind of disciple did Jiang Wang teach?" Zhongxuan Sheng pointed at the boy’s retreating back, saying to the silent Shisi beside him: "No manners at all, just like him! Recklessness runs in the family!"
Shisi said nothing.
Zhongxuan Sheng slowly, slowly sat down. His excessively plump figure made even this action look cumbersome.
In splendid attire, he sat on the threshold of the study.
His voice lowered, somewhat aggrieved: "Why am I saying these things to a child?"
Shisi quietly sat beside him, gently leaning on his shoulder.
The current Marquis of Bowang looked up at the sky: "Those close to wisdom are dull, those close to Wang are foolish."
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