Chapter 1207 - 381: Duke Wu’an, Brewing Wine_2
Mo Yan heard the words, her heart burning with eagerness, "Are you sure? But we’re nearly a thousand merits away from the next upgrade, could Wu An’s Mansion be even more formidable than Xiao Ruiyuan?"
"Just give it a try, maybe you can do it!" Xuetuan encouraged.
"Alright, I’ll go and check out the situation tomorrow." Mo Yan agreed, not wanting to pass up a good opportunity. Even if there were no merits to be gained, helping the old man who had made such great contributions to the stability of Great Chu would be a delight in itself.
Determined, Mo Yan then had Zhao Mu and the others transport all the fruits to the winery and instructed them to sort and clean them. This way, she would be ready to start brewing wine after returning from the Duke Wu’an.
Mo Yan arrived at Wu An’s Mansion and handed over her visiting card. She was courteously led to the living room by the doorkeeper.
Upon receiving the news, Yan Junyu hurried over, catching sight of Mo Yan with her head bowed, lost in thought, "Why are you here? Has there been a problem with the winery?"
Mo Yan said, "The winery is doing well. I came to visit Lord Duke." Seeing Yan Junyu’s face bearing an indescribable haggardness from just overnight, she couldn’t help but speculate that Duke Wu’an’s health might have worsened.
Yan Junyu was slightly taken aback, then remembered where Mo Yan would have obtained her news, and said, "The old man isn’t in a position to receive visitors at the moment, but I will go and ask if he wishes to see you."
Mo Yan nodded in understanding, waiting patiently in the living room. This man may seem thoughtless, using a disrespectful term such as "old man" to refer to his grandfather, yet his speech betrayed a closeness to Duke Wu’an.
They weren’t just grandfather and grandson, but perhaps also good friends.
Yan Junyu entered the courtyard where Duke Wu’an lived and saw a servant feeding water to the "old man". However, the water just flowed out from the corner of the "old man’s" mouth onto the towel under his pillow, making Junyu clench his fists tightly, as bitterness and hatred almost solidified in his heart.