"My young friend, what business brings you to my mansion?" Jiang Wang asked directly as he led Du Youqian toward the Duke's Mansion.
Du Youqian hesitated for a moment. Sensing the hunchbacked old man's frank and open nature, he decided to be blunt. "I am looking for someone—the enemy who murdered my entire family."
"Oh?" Jiang Wang stopped in his tracks, a strange look on his face. "Could this be my grandson's handiwork? That boy... ever since my son died, he's been so secretive and radical. I don't know what he's been plotting in the shadows."
He paused, then stamped his foot. "Ai! Seeing you, my young friend—so handsome and distinguished, with such outstanding character—I was even thinking of playing matchmaker for my unwed granddaughter. A pity, a true pity. If there's such a deep-seated hatred between you, I'm afraid a marriage is out of the question."
