161 Im not late, you just got here early (1/2)

Jun Wu Yi faintly knitted his brows: ”Mo Xie, you and I must clearly understand that Qing Han's future lies with her own family and not the Jun Family. Although Qing Han lives with us in the capacity of our daughter-in-law, she's just so in-name and not by law since there was no wedding ceremony to indict her into our family. Whether we look at this aspect from a social or moral perspective, she really cannot be considered a Jun. Her emotions took control of her at the time of your Brother's death, and she was unable to make a radical decision under the influence of her grief.”

”But Qing Han is still young, and she may still have a shot at living a happy married-life ahead in her future. Both the families have been very clear on this subject, and in fact, both the sides made sure that this could be made possible in the future. In fact, at the time when your brother died, your grandfather made it very clear that Qing Han will only live with the Jun Family till the time she decides to. We decided that as long as she chooses to live with us as a part of our family, we will use all our power to make sure that she doesn't get any flak from the society about it!”

”But if Qing Han decides to go, then we must do everything to make her happy. If it's for her good, then the Jun Family must even use its influence and try to get her married into a good and powerful family. Keeping her here and unmarried all her life isn't fair to her. Do you understand my point?” Jun Wu Yi looked up at setting moon of the morning sky; the regrets that his eyes were trying to conceal were clearly visible in the light coming from the heavens above. ”Qing Han would have made a very good bride for this family, but unfortunately your brother wasn't lucky enough.”

”Third Uncle, if a good match can be found for sister-in-law, then I would surely be very happy for her, but I've always thought... strangely of her family's intentions!” Jun Mo Xie frowned as he suddenly felt a little strange within his heart.

”If her family is thinking of her and their interests alone, then we must also be able to think of our family's interest, and we must make sure that they don't exploit our family!” Jun Wu Yi stated this frame of sentence in the most imposing of demeanors, as would be expected of a Sky Xuan expert!

”Now that's the spirit Uncle! Spoken like a true Sky Xuan war general!” Jun Mo Xie praised.

”Beat it!” Jun Wu Yi kicked his nephew in the buttocks and sent the young master Jun flying. A Sky Xuan expert's kick is no trivial matter, and the hitman Jun was sent volleying into the air with his arms wide open, clutching the escaping air for support.

”That's what you should get!” Jun Wu Yi chuckled. It was rare for him to find an opportunity to play around with his nephew.

The young master Jun splendidly rolled in the air, and then safely landed on his buttocks. He slid forward for a while before he was able to get up again. Being a Sky Xuan expert, Jun Wu Yi was skilled and powerful enough to apply his force in the right spot which sent him flying with actually hurting him in the process...

Jun Mo Xie smiled evilly as he landed on the ground, almost as if he had just obtained a level six Xuan Core!

As the afternoon hours approached, Jun Mo Xie started making preparations to depart for the contest's venue.

Jun Mo Xie took out two jars of wine, and boarded his most reluctant choice of ride - the red palanquin, which started wobbling its way to the Old Song's tavern soon after.

Old Song was already waiting anxiously in his wine shop.

Old Song had initially decided to close his shop after half-a-days' business today, but then changed his mind later, and decided to keep his shop shut for the entire day instead. Therefore, he directly listed his shop as 'closed' for the entire day since half-a-days' business didn't mean much to him anyway. Naturally, he decided to use the time to make his preparations for the contest.

A wine contest was one of the rare and great joys of his life! It ignited the same kind of excitement and nervousness in his heart that a martial expert would feel before a duel with another.

Although he was sure that the kid wouldn't be able to come up with a wine which would be a hundred times better than his own, but his heart was still full of expectations. [No one can ferment a better wine than me, but since the kid had boasted so much about his skills, I'm hoping that the kid would be able to come up with something worth looking forward to…]

The usually dirty pub was now spotlessly clean.

There was a green carpet on the ground. The tables and chairs which lacked an arm or a leg, had been replaced with good-quality tables and freshly crafted rose-wood chairs, which had been neatly arranged in files.

The twenty four tables with two chairs each made for a seating arrangement which was enough to seat about forty-eight people.

The corners of each wall were adorned with large pearl-shaped pigeon eggs which were hanging down from the wall, exuding a soft and lustrous white light which was brilliantly reflecting the white wine glasses set on the tables. The magnificently decorated pub would give any customer a feeling similar to that of a heavenly reverie…..

The middle-aged man excitedly stepped into the pub, and cried out in alarm and surprise, while his feet retreated a couple of steps as some doubts sprung up in his mind: [Ah yes, this is the Old Song's pub, but how did this small pub suddenly become even cleaner and more luxurious than my palace?]

[This usually dirty pub has now suddenly transformed into a heavenly paradise….. I'm not inside a dream right now, am I?]

Old Song hurried over to greet the confused and amazed middle-aged man: ”Old Song, you're an odd character. You're taking this contest so seriously that even the Emperor would think twice before coming here.”

Old Song obviously knew his real identity; therefore he didn't really feel the need to hide much from the man.

”I can't comment on that, but even if wine is just another drink to most people, it's everything to me! I have a hunch that this contest is something that I've been waiting for a long time now! This might turn into one of the most precious moments of this Song Shang's life.” Old Song stated solemnly.

”Song Shang? So you're Song Shang?! The Song Shang, 'Send a wine before the kill' Song Shang?!” the prince was completely taken aback for a moment, and then immediately smiled: ”But why have you been hiding that from me all this time?”