"I'll tell my father."
Xu Qian left with his attendants. Song Ci stared at the direction they left and said to Han Zhan, "How old is this little guy? Why does he talk like an adult? It's quite interesting."
Han Zhan said, "Don't treat him like a child. This child is not ordinary."
Song Ci naturally knew that Xu Qian was extraordinary, but she felt that an eight-year-old child was too mature, lacking some childishness, and not cute anymore.
"Let's go and go back to rest early. Wangwang's wedding is coming soon. Tomorrow I have to ask the warehouse manager if the dowry we prepared for her has been collected."
Han Wangwang had always been the little princess of the Han family and a favored child of heaven. The situation only changed when Han Miao and Han Jun were born.
Although Han Zhan is only Han Wangwang's younger cousin, he is like a real uncle. When Han Wangwang is getting married, Han Zhan, as her uncle, naturally wants to show his support. The couple discusses and decides to prepare a generous dowry for Han Wangwang.
"Okay, let's go back."
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Elsewhere, Xu Qian got into the car, carrying the Guiyi Sword. The bodyguard glanced at him sideways, as if he had something to say. Knowing that the young master wasn't a talkative person, and seeing that he was a little sleepy, he endured the conversation.
Back at the hotel, Xu Qian walked into the room and saw his father Xu Yan.
When he went out to take jobs on weekdays, Xu Yan always wore a cotton and linen shirt and carried a peach wood sword, which made him look like a master with profound Taoism skills.
But since no one else was in the hotel, Xu Yan had returned to his old self, wearing his boxer briefs and a bathrobe. The hotel had heating, and he didn't tie the robe's belt, so he just sat with it open on the carpet at the foot of the bed, watching TV.
Hearing Xu Qian enter the room, Xu Yan asked without even looking up, "Did you take any pictures?"
Xu Qian nodded, then took off his thick coat, put on a knitted sweater, walked to the desk and took a sip of hot tea.
He put down his teacup and looked back at the screen on the TV. Seeing his father watching "ET the Extraterrestrial" again, he couldn't help but say, "Aliens don't look like this."
Xu Yan rolled his eyes and asked his son, "Have you ever seen an alien? Tell me, what do aliens look like?"
Xu Qian said nothing.
Xu Yan continued, "Dad loved watching this movie when he was little, but your grandfather wouldn't let me, saying it would interfere with my studies. Now that I'm in charge of the Xu family, your grandfather has finally stopped caring about me. Why, do I still have to be disciplined by you?"
After hearing what his father said, Xu Qian realized a truth: children should not be suppressed too harshly when they are young, otherwise they will rebound violently when they grow up.
His father is a living example.
Xu Qian went to take a shower. After finishing his shower, he went to bed in his own long-sleeved pajamas. He lay down on the bed obediently and turned off the lights in the room. He heard Xu Yan say, "Turn on the lights! Watching TV with the lights off hurts your eyes!"
Xu Qian: "Sleeping with the lights on can lead to premature puberty. Please at least consider your son."
Xu Yan suspected that Xu Qian was deceiving him. He asked, "Who told you this? Are you lying to me?"
Xu Qian said, "When I was a kid, I was afraid of the dark and wanted to sleep with the lights on. That's what you told me."
Xu Yan: “Is there?”
Xu Qian was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Xu Yan didn't insist on turning on the light, but squinted his eyes, staring at the TV like a TV addict. When he saw the touching scenes, he couldn't help but wipe away his tears.
Xu Qian heard his father pulling out a tissue to wipe his nose. He couldn't sleep, so he opened his eyes and said, "Father, the Han family ancestral hall has been completed and will be officially opened on the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month. I would like to invite you to come over and have a meal with us."
After hearing this, Xu Yan asked without hesitation: "Do you have money?" If you have money, you can go; if you don't have money, you don't go. The Kunlun Xu family is so snobbish.
Xu Qian was choked and didn't speak for a long time.
After a while, he said, "The second daughter of the Han family opened the Guiyi Sword today."
Xu Yan turned around suddenly, staring at his son who was sleeping so well, and asked in surprise and doubt, "Are you serious?"
Xu Qian nodded.
Xu Yan fell silent and stopped talking.
The Guiyi Sword is the heirloom of the Kunlun Xu family. It possesses a spirit and recognizes its master. Six hundred years ago, the founder of the Kunlun Xu family, before his death, established a rule: if he met a woman who could successfully unsheathe the Guiyi Sword, he would marry her and become the mistress of the Xu family.
My ancestor never got married in his life because he never met a woman like that until his death.
In fact, the rules set by the founder before his death had long been ignored. This was because the only person in the world who had truly wielded the Guiyi Sword was the founder.
Before his death, the founder of the sect had gifted the Sword of Return to Oneness to his only disciple, the second-generation head of the clan. However, the head of the clan did not recognize the Sword of Return to Oneness and was unable to unsheathe it.
This is why historical records always mention that the second generation ancestor carried a sword when he went out, but never drew it. At that time, people speculated that if the sword was not unsheathed, it would be fine, but if it was, the world would be in trouble.
But the truth is actually very simple. It is not that the second-generation head of the family would draw his sword easily, but that he simply cannot draw his sword!
The second-generation patriarch died unexpectedly while fighting demons in the Western Regions, and the whereabouts of Guiyi Sword became unknown. Therefore, six hundred years later, the Xu family no longer took this rule seriously.
So when Xu Yan heard what Xu Qian said, his first reaction was surprise.
Seeing Xu Qian nod, he exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap! So, besides our ancestors, there really is someone who can successfully pull out the Guiyi Sword!"
"Son, can you pull out this sword?" Xu Yan stood up, picked up the sword, handed it to the bed, and asked Xu Qian to perform the sword-drawing exercise for him.
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