Luojia Mountain.
In the midst of a bamboo forest, there stood a bamboo hut.
Shen Wuxiang stood at the entrance of the courtyard, gently knocking on the door and calling out, "Xing Lan..."
The courtyard was as quiet as could be.
Only the shadows of the bamboo swayed, and bamboo flowers drifted through the air.
No one answered.
"Xing Lan, I know you're in there. Let me in, Grandpa wants to have a word with you."
Shen Wuxiang's expression remained calm as he called out again.
If anyone had seen, they would have been greatly surprised.
Could it be that the Lord Military Minister, who held sway over the State, also faced doors that wouldn't open for him?
Yet, in front of Shen Xinglan, he was just an average grandpa with a little bit of money and a little bit of power.
Shen Boyu softly sighed, saying, "There's no rush at this very moment. When Xing Lan is in a better mood, I'll go in and chat with him."
