Lu Yuan straightened up and walked toward the carriage with a smile. "Foster Father."
The person inside the carriage responded with a faint "Hmm," and the coachman immediately placed a footstool. Lu Yuan stepped onto the stool and boarded the carriage.
Dressed in a deep black robe, with a dragon-like imposing visage and streaks of white in his hair and beard, Prime Minister Xun sat on a long bench with his eyes closed, resting. Beside him was Xun Yu, the Prime Minister's only biological son, who was one year older than Lu Yuan.
Xun Yu, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuded elegance and charisma. Seeing Lu Yuan, he smiled warmly and said, "Ayuan, long time no see. I trust you've been well."
Lu Yuan smiled. "Second Brother."
Xun Yu lifted the side curtain and glanced diagonally forward. "From now on, you might have to call me Third Brother instead. Father has recently adopted a new foster son. He's not much of a talker. I'll introduce you to him some other day."