In a courtyard house on the outskirts of Kyoto.
Chen Xiuxiu's father, Chen Xingbang, was standing respectfully beside the Eight Immortals table in the courtyard.
He had broad shoulders and a sturdy waist, a straight nose and square mouth, thick eyebrows, and dressed quite modestly.
In front of him, an elderly man with white hair and beard leaned on a cane, seated upright in a round chair, eyes half-closed, appearing as if he were dozing.
The elderly man was none other than Chen Xiuxiu's grandfather, Chen Fu.
His life experiences, just like his name, were full of ups and downs, enduring many significant rises and falls.
"Done talking?" Chen Fu asked.
Chen Xingbang nodded: "That's about it. I've already sent people overnight to investigate Jiang Hongkuo's background."
Chen Fu slowly opened his eyes, took a sip of tea, and said, "You said this was told to you by that youngster from the Wang Family, but his reputation isn't so good.
