In front of Du Mei Hall, everyone quietly watched Xu Shu stand at the door for a long time, his hand resting on the edge of the curtain, hesitant to move, lost in thought.
Xu Chuanyin of the Huqiu Xu Family frowned and asked, "The old man hasn't seen him for three years, and hasn't even spoken a word to him. Why did he suddenly call him inside today?"
Zhang Zhuo glanced at him from under the eaves: "When the Official calls you in, ask him yourself."
Xu Chuanyin glanced around at everyone, his voice deepening: "Zhang Zhuo, are you planning to take advantage of the Official's illness to conspire with Xu Shu to seize the Xu family's estate?"
Zhang Zhuo folded his hands within his sleeves, lifted his head to look at the icicles on the eaves, not even glancing at Xu Chuanyin: "Listen to the nonsense you're spouting. Xu Shu is the legitimate son of the Official. If the family's estate doesn't go to him, would it go to you?"
