In the west wing of the Xiahou family house, Dragon Head sat calmly on a chair, sipping fragrant tea.
Xiahou Yunting, however, looked uneasy: "What's going on with him?"
"The blood of madness!" Dragon Head said lightly.
"What the hell is that?"
"It's the genetic inheritance from the Ye family!" Dragon Head smiled bitterly: "We have no idea who it will be passed on to, nor when it might erupt!"
"Does your Ye family have this kind of disease too?"
"It's not really a disease!"
"What do you mean?"
"Uncle Xiahou, although you are a respected elder and technically family, I cannot tell you the secrets of the Ye family!"
Dragon Head seemed to recall something and spoke again: "Of course, it's not that I don't trust you..."
"Do you think I care about your Ye family secrets? I'm worried that my future great-grandchild will inherit this damn disease!" Xiahou Yunting said angrily.
