Patriarch's Courtyard.
After entering his courtyard, Shen Qingshan sat heavily on the grand master's chair.
He waved his deputy generals away to rest.
Madam He, Madam Xie, and others also sensed that Old Duke of the Shen Family was not in a good mood.
They found an excuse not to follow him and returned to their own quarters first.
In the entire courtyard, only Shen Qingshan, the Old Dowager of the Shen Family, and his personal maid remained.
Seeing no outsiders, Shen Qingshan grabbed the purple clay teapot on the table and hurled it violently.
The sound of shattering rang out, and fragments of the teapot scattered all over the floor.
The maid beside him immediately knelt down, burying her head deeply.
"A junior in the clan, one who can surpass Qianmu Fan, can't you see his talent for cultivation at all?!"
For the first time in over ten years, Shen Qingshan used such a reproachful tone with the Old Dowager of the Shen Family.
