Zhao Changyu had never been a hesitating, indecisive man; once he realized that with his granddaughter and grandson inheriting the family estate it would be like a child hugging gold through a crowded market, he began to make arrangements.
He would split off a portion of the estate to serve as the capital for his grandson and granddaughter to survive on; the rest would all be passed on to Zhao Ji.
Only at this point did Zhao Changyu begin to understand his own father.
Back then, he had squandered his wealth in such a grand, ostentatious fashion, yet not a single plot of land nor the old family house was touched; it was not without the consideration of protecting him.
At that time, Zhao Changyu was only fourteen, Zhao Zhongyu barely ten, orphans with a frail mother; even though he already had some reputation, the title of Shangcai Marquis and that fertile fief still stirred the envy of all.
