Tea Laced with Poison

"Greetings to the second young master, this-"

"Sie, there is no need. Please come and take a seat," the old master said impatiently. Did this stupid second son of his even have any sense?

Always doting on the useless one and not on the one who was worth much more.

The old master looked at the boy who had already reached a level those of his generation had all failed to achieve and thought to himself, 'This boy is worth paying heed to.'

His stature was also a strapping one, and he was sure that it would only get better upon his growth. Comparing him to his brothers, he truly proved his worth as the legal born son.

"Yes-"

"You may call me grandfather."