Zhao Changhe lowered his head and sipped from his bowl of lotus seed soup. “I don’t want to become your disciple, and I recall that you were averse to such a relationship previously. Why don’t you seem to care now?”0

“Martial arts are different from the guqin, go, calligraphy, and painting...” Tang Wanzhuang said softly. “If I were to take you in as a disciple in martial arts, it would be presumptuous and I would not be qualified... But there’s no issue when it comes to the four arts. Why are you unwilling?”0

“I’ve been calling Tang Buqi eldest nephew all this time. If I were to suddenly be in the same generation as him, well, it just wouldn’t sit well with me.”0

Seeing Tang Wanzhuang’s eyes suddenly widen, Zhao Changhe abruptly realized the implications of his words and hurriedly corrected himself. “No, I mean, I was just joking. I did not actually mean to say that I was or wanted to be his uncle... It’s just that if I become your disciple, I’ll lose the right to joke around with him. Besides, I’m younger than him. If I have to start calling him big brother... Ugh...”2

The guqin-carrying maid turned her head as if to...1