Xu Yinhè's hawk-like eyes flashed with a hint of amusement:
"Changge and Xinyao are always so respectful toward me, yet you don't seem to bother with etiquette at all."
Xu Yuan spread his hands:
"Don't you know what I'm like, Father?"
As he spoke, Xu Yuan glanced at the bookshelf where his father's calligraphy and paintings were kept.
"There are benefits to be had from not taking life too seriously."
Xu Yinhè put down the scroll he was holding and gently tapped the desk with his finger, "Your elder brother is too confined by etiquette. If he takes over the Prime Minister's Mansion in the future, he'll just follow in my footsteps, but the path I've taken might not suit him.
"As for Xinyao... those Sects probably all hope she can take over the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"If your second brother..."
At this point,
Xu Yinhè's words abruptly stopped, his eyes dimming. His slightly wrinkled face suddenly seemed to age a lot.
"So, it's just me then."