Chapter Seventeen: This Strength, No Matter What You Train, It’s Powerful!
“Old master, tell me, haven’t you been pretending a bit too much when getting mad at me lately?”
Rubbing his ear, Zhao Ang lounged carelessly in the high seat, feeling somewhat speechless.
“Isn’t it just a habit by now?”
The old duke looked a bit embarrassed, then poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and set it down again.
“Old master, speak plainly!”
Seeing the old duke hesitate, Zhao Ang felt a touch of frustration as well.
“Zhao Ang,” the old duke paused, “be honest with your grandfather—do you really like ugly women?”
“Huh?”
Zhao Ang was stunned; he hadn’t expected such a question from the old man.
The old duke found the question quite absurd too, but... the matter of Liu Yu outside forced him to think more deeply!
If his grandson was merely putting on an act in front of others, that would be one thing!
But was there any need to actually redeem that ugly woman back into the manor as part of the act?
Seeing that the old duke misunderstood him as being fond of the ugly woman, Zhao Ang felt utterly helpless.
“Old master, rest assured, my aesthetic sense is perfectly normal. There’s no way I like ugly women.”
“Then...” the old duke asked cautiously, “why did you redeem her?”
“Obviously, to make her my personal guard.”
Hearing this, the old duke couldn’t believe it for a moment.
There were so many Black Tiger soldiers around him, yet he never thought to pick a guard from among them.
Now he was interested in choosing a courtesan from a brothel as a guard—how was that possible?
“Sigh, if you really fancy this type, I won’t say anything. No need to lie to your grandfather.”
The old duke drank gloomily, feeling he had let down his deceased son and daughter-in-law.
It was his fault for not properly guiding Zhao Ang, leading to such a perverse taste!
He only hoped that his great-grandson would resemble Zhao Ang more, to save some dignity for the family.
Zhao Ang hadn’t expected the old duke to be so obsessed with appearances, but he knew this explanation wouldn’t convince him.
For now, the only option was to let the old duke witness Liu Yu’s talents with his own eyes.
“Fugui, go fetch Liu Yu.”
Yesterday, Zhao Ang had deliberately leaked information not only to lure Wang Xiuyun but also to expose numerous spies planted by others. The old duke had thoroughly inspected the Zhen Nan Prince’s mansion again.
Now that the mansion was no longer a sieve, there was no longer a need to have Wang Xin bring guards for every conversation.
Zhao Ang trusted Fugui and instructed him to wait by the door.
“Yes, Young Master.”
Fugui dashed off to find Liu Yu, unaware of Zhao Ang’s purpose.
Although surprised, Liu Yu wasted no time and soon entered the study.
“Your Grace, Young Master.”
Liu Yu bowed, but her manners were those taught in the brothel.
Though her seductive gestures were stiff and awkward, the old duke couldn’t bear to look directly.
“Zhao Ang, your grandfather doesn’t fancy this type at all. Tell her to leave immediately!”
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