Five years later

In the Pear Garden of the rear mountain of Yongning Manor.

"Hey, you two kids, come over here and see what Grandmaster has brought for you."

Chu Wuqu carried a bag of things, smiling as he waved to the two children practicing swordplay in the Pear Garden.

Five years have passed, yet Chu Wuqu remains the same as before, with a youthful face and white hair, looking even more spirited than before.

"Wenxuan, stop practicing, Grandmaster has brought us something good!" Feng Qishu pulled a four-year-old child, excitedly walking toward Chu Wuqu.

"It’s definitely not anything good." Duan Wenxuan said in a childish voice: "It’s always the same every time!"

"Hey~" Chu Wuqu, walking toward them, immediately said with displeasure: "You little rascal, you’re just like your father, always annoying people."

"Humph~" Duan Wenxuan crossed his arms, speaking with a mischievous air: "Am I not stating the truth? Every time Grandmaster comes, he brings a bunch of wood, which is no fun at all!"

"Wenxuan, don’t be rude!" Feng Qishu looked helpless, "Grandmaster thinks of us and brings us gifts, Aunt has said, ’The thoughtfulness is more valuable than the gift itself.’"

Duan Wenxuan curled his lip in disdain, yet his eyes kept glancing at the bag in Chu Wuqu’s hand.

"Listen, Qishu has a good understanding." Chu Wuqu glared at Duan Wenxuan, saying: "You little rascal, I treat you so well, yet you don’t appreciate it."

Duan Wenxuan snorted coldly but didn’t argue further.

Chu Wuqu opened the bag, took out two slingshots, and smilingly said: "These are handmade by Grandmaster myself. Since Wenxuan doesn’t want them, I’ll give them all to Qishu."

As he said this, he handed the slingshot in his hand to Feng Qishu.

Duan Wenxuan, upon seeing them, hurriedly reached out to take one, stubbornly saying: "This is my mother’s design, why shouldn’t I get one?"

Feng Qishu and Chu Wuqu exchanged glances and both burst into laughter.

Chu Wuqu ruffled his hair and laughed heartily: "You kid, typical stubbornness, be careful not to scare off potential brides in the future."

"Grandmaster is the one who’s stubborn!" Duan Wenxuan’s expression revealed slight displeasure.

"Axuan, don’t be rude!"

Not far away, a young couple approached, the woman softly scolding.

"Dad, Mum!"

Seeing them, Duan Wenxuan immediately displayed a childlike smile, jogging toward them on short, stumpy legs.

The man slightly frowned, reminding: "Be careful, don’t fall."

Duan Wenxuan leaped into the woman’s arms, chuckling: "Mum, finally you’re back. Did you visit Grandpa and Grandma? Are they well?"

"They’re doing great!" The woman picked him up and softly said: "Why did you speak to Grandmaster like that earlier?"

"It’s all because of Grandmaster," Duan Wenxuan pouted: "He always says he brings something fun, but it’s always just wood, my room is full of it."

The woman playfully tapped his nose: "Just accept what Grandmaster gives you, because he likes you and that’s why he gives it to you. Now go apologize to Grandmaster, will you?"

"Oh!" Duan Wenxuan, reluctantly, got down and turned around, bowing respectfully to Chu Wuqu: "Grandmaster, I’m sorry, Wenxuan was impolite, I won’t ever dislike the gifts you bring again!"

Chu Wuqu, hearing this, laughed heartily, waving his hand repeatedly: "It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s my fault. Next time, I’ll definitely bring something different."

Duan Wenxuan, upon hearing this, quickly said: "Thank you, Grandmaster!"

"Good kid!" Chu Wuqu smiled widely, ruffling his hair.

Feng Qishu stepped forward, laughing: "Uncle, Aunt!"

Duan Yunfei laughed: "Qishu, have you finished your homework?"

"Yes, it’s done!" Feng Qishu said: "I was just bringing Azhao to practice swords, and Grandmaster came."