Gongsun Wuji looked at his child with paternal affection and said, "A moment of negligence doesn't matter; what's most important is learning from it. From now on, you must pay closer attention to the things you usually overlook. Consider it a lesson, do you understand?" Hearing this, Gongsun Hai hastily replied with reverence, "Father, rest assured, your son will certainly keep your teachings firmly in mind."

Seeing this, Gongsun Wuji spoke with satisfaction, "Furthermore, your younger brother is too weak in character, and your sister is a woman. The position of Family Head of the Gongsun Clan will eventually fall to you. Therefore, you must strive even harder to be mindful of your words and actions, and broaden your horizons, do you comprehend?" Hearing Gongsun Wuji’s words, a surge of ecstasy flooded Gongsun Hai’s heart. His father saying this was tantamount to indirectly acknowledging him as the successor. He quickly replied respectfully, "Your son will certainly redouble his efforts in study and diligence from now on. I will absolutely not disappoint Father, nor will I bring shame upon the Gongsun Family."

Gongsun Wuji smiled contentedly upon hearing Gongsun Hai’s words and said, "That's enough, let’s go. It's getting late, and we should head inside, or your mother will start nagging again, hehe."

With that, he turned and walked into the Gongsun Manor, followed closely by a delighted Gongsun Hai.

Meanwhile, Mo Han and the others returned to their lodgings at the inn. Anna asked curiously, "Brother Mo Han, why aren't you staying at the Gongsun Manor? I thought Gongsun Wuji seemed like a good man, very hospitable. It's certainly more comfortable than squeezing in here. Why did you refuse his kind offer? That doesn't seem like your usual style."

Seeing the other members looking at him with equal perplexity, Mo Han smiled and said, "There are some things you don't understand yet, but you will in a while. This Gongsun Wuji is not as simple as he appears to you, understand?"

After Mo Han’s explanation, everyone nodded and asked no further questions. For them at this moment, Mo Han was their spiritual pillar; even if he said nothing more, they would have no objections. It was only Anna, being naturally curious, who had dared to inquire.

The next day, Mo Han instructed Daisy and the others to go out and explore freely, while he intended to visit the Murong Estate first to gather news about the Murong family. Mo Han had heard the rumors regarding Murong Feixue’s illness and was very curious; he wanted to investigate the situation himself. If it was something within his capabilities, he would assist the Murong family, especially since his master had repeatedly urged him to take good care of them. Mo Han truly did not wish to see Murong Feixue die like this.

After asking passersby for directions to the Murong Mansion, he realized it was not close. Mo Han casually hailed a Lu-beast carriage. These carriages were common transport across the continent, similar to the rhinos in Mo Han's world, but they were much faster and ubiquitous, powered by low-level magical beasts. Generally, commoners used these vehicles for travel.

Carriages pulled by horses, like the one he used yesterday, were a privilege reserved only for nobility, and the regulations were quite strict: the number of horses depended on rank. A Baron, being a low-ranking noble, was limited to two horses; a Viscount used four; a Marquis used six; an Earl used eight; and a Duke used ten.

Members of the Royal Family always traveled with a minimum of twelve horses. These rules were enforced with extreme severity by the laws of every empire, and nobles who overstepped faced harsh imperial penalties.

After informing the driver of his destination, Mo Han boarded the carriage to rest.

About half an hour later, the driver called out from outside, "Young Master, we are almost at the Murong Estate. This vehicle cannot proceed further down the road, as it becomes too narrow. I must trouble you to walk the rest of the way."

Mo Han alighted upon hearing this and thanked the driver. He then surveyed the wide avenue before him. The road was broad enough for five carriages to pass abreast, lined on both sides by grand mansions—clearly the wealthy district of Tianlong City. Moreover, only the nobility’s horse-drawn carriages traveled this road; there were no commoner Lu-beast vehicles in sight.

Mo Han proceeded on foot. He had changed out of his conspicuous Priest robes and was now wearing a Warrior's outfit borrowed temporarily from Latin. Daisy and the others had gone shopping today to buy him new clothes, but his current shabby attire attracted stares, making Mo Han feel uncomfortably like an exhibit in a zoo.

In truth, Mo Han was unaware that only nobles resided here; commoners never ventured this way. And his clothes were indeed rather threadbare.

Within a few minutes, Mo Han arrived before a magnificent estate. Above the main gate were four large, golden characters: Murong Mansion, surmounted by the calligraphy of the Emperor of the Tianlong Empire.

Flanking the entrance stood two majestic bronze lions. Judging by their size, Mo Han estimated each weighed no less than 1,500 catties. He inwardly noted that the Murong Family was far from ordinary wealthy; even the gate attendants wore high-quality fabrics, superior to those worn by some low-ranking nobles.

The fact that their clothing was unaffordable to ordinary commoners clearly demonstrated the extent of the Murong Family's riches.

As Mo Han approached the gate, about to speak, a gate attendant barked, "This is the Murong Mansion. Idle people, do not approach. We are not short of hands here; move along quickly."

Mo Han felt a pang of frustration, yet he couldn't truly blame the attendant. Dressed in worn warrior's clothes without even a rank insignia on his chest, Mo Han likely looked like a down-on-his-luck warrior seeking employment, thus inviting misunderstanding. The Murong attendant was relatively civil; attendants at other estates might have already chased him off.

Mo Han forced down his anger and said, "I was invited here by Master Murong. I trouble this brother to announce me; tell him Mo Han requests an audience."

The attendant sneered, "You say our Master invited you? Who are you trying to fool? Look at yourself. Are you here to mess with me? Do you want me to get scolded? Get lost."

Just then, a voice called from inside the gate, "Xiao Wu, what are you shouting about? Don't you know Madam and Master are distressed over Miss's illness recently? Can't you lower your voice? Are you trying to get yelled at by me?"

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