The Marchioness Xuan Chang chuckled. "It's not like you don't know your grandfather. When he gets into one of his stubborn fits, no one can stop him! If you push him too far, he'll really put a knife to his neck!"
Song Lianhe immediately grew serious. "Grandfather, you can't do anything foolish! In the end, those are Emperor Cheng Xiao's men!"
The Marchioness Xuan Chang burst out laughing. "Not at all. He put the knife to his *own* neck. He forced them to open the gates, and then he just strolled out, brandishing his knife. He wandered around the street, bought me a stick of candied haws, and came back, saying his wife loves them."
Marquis Xuan Chang, Lin Yuanzhong, looked immensely proud, as if he had accomplished something incredible.
Song Lianhe pressed her lips together and gave him a thumbs-up.
'The old-timers really are in a league of their own!'
"Insignificant rats dare to block my path? Hmph! They don't know their own limits!"
