"Excellent! That's exactly what I was thinking!" Xiao Luomu scrutinized Zhao Cheng's face, then asked suspiciously, "Your age..."

"I just look older than my age; I'm actually only sixteen."

"You need to be more restrained at such a young age!" Xiao Luomu grabbed Zhao Cheng's hand, glanced at Dong Hua beside him, and said, "Considering how pretty your little girl is, I'll accept you as my little brother!"

"Brother Zhao!"

"Brother Wang!"

"Brother Zhao!!"

"Brother Wang!!"

"drink wine!!"

"Dry!!"

Another curse came from the woods: "Drink your grandma...you two idiots!"

"Brother Wang, can you speak now?" Xiao Luomu asked again after downing three bowls of wine.

Zhao Cheng sighed, turned to the side, and gazed intently at the river. He said slowly, "My father only had two sons. Although he was a general, what use was a general who was idle in the secondary capital? What could he do besides squeezing some money out of the common people?"

"If life had continued in this uneventful way, it would have been fine, but my father somehow managed to climb up to the position of Left Prime Minister and suddenly became a celebrity. The title of General suddenly became very valuable!"

"My brother is overjoyed, but... what does it have to do with me?"

Xiao Luomu gradually understood and nodded in agreement.

Zhao Cheng turned around, looked at Xiao Luomu, and said with a gloomy gaze, "If my brother doesn't die, he will always be the young general, General Wang!"

"And I! I will always just be General Wang's youngest son!"

"So, Brother Zhao, tell me, did my brother deserve to die? Was his death a good thing?"

"hiss!!!"

Xiao Luomu gasped.