Otherwise, it was all just a pipe dream.
Huang Chan's heart had often simmered with resentment in the past. But what could he do? The man was simply born better.
Huang the Seventh Young Master had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth. The greatest hardship he'd ever faced was the bitterness of the Martial Dao.
'Hardship? What hardship?' In the Prefecture City, was there anyone who, upon hearing the name of the Medicine Shop, didn't have to step aside and make way for him? They'd all bow and scrape, smiling as they addressed him as 'Seventh Young Master Huang!'
That's why, before this year, Huang Chan had never wished for Huang the Seventh Young Master to just drop dead so he could fight for the family's "estate." He knew he didn't stand a chance.
But...
Then came New Year's Eve.
The whole extended family was gathered. He'd been wondering just where that prodigal rake had run off to stir up trouble this time when...
