Yu Ligao shook his head with a bitter smile and walked toward the mansion, his hands clasped behind his back. 'As for that runaway brat,' he thought, 'he doesn't have much silver on him. He'll be back before nightfall.'
"Housekeeper, an opportunity was laid right before me not long ago. But I'm always so guarded, so afraid of others scheming or approaching me with ulterior motives. I never thought that in doing so, I'd be blocking another path for my son."
The housekeeper standing behind him didn't understand. He simply thought his master was worried about the young master and quickly offered some words of comfort. "The young master is still young. He'll mature in a year or two."
"He's not that young. Others his age have already become the top scholar in the imperial exams, but look at him! He's accomplished nothing.
