Ji Laosan didn't understand the true meaning behind their gazes.He assumed they were pitying him for marrying a shrew.
"'Don't mind her. She's a shrew. If her father hadn't insisted I marry her, I never would have! Now she wants a divorce? Fine, I'll grant her wish.'"
After Ji Laosan finished speaking, he angrily downed a cup of wine and slammed it onto the table.
"'My apologies, Eighth Brother. I've ruined the mood. This is for you!' Ji Laosan said, retrieving a box from his sleeve and handing it to Ji Youze. 'You love reading late into the night, and the Spring Imperial Examinations are approaching. Take this as a token of good luck.'"
Ji Youze accepted the box and recognized its contents at a glance. "'An inkstone handcrafted by a Great Confucian Scholar and a wolf-hair brush! These are truly fine items!'"
