"The Zhuo family is headed by the second son, who lives in the East Palace. So there are more people there. You can almost say that this family is based in the East Palace. As for the West Palace, it is where their family lives. There are not many people, only his parents, his brothers and sisters, and a few servants."
Hun Yuan Zi pointed at Zhuo Junyue in front of him and said in a low voice, "As for the reason, you know it too. It's like that."
Fengjiu pursed her lips after hearing this, and naturally understood what he said.
The East Mansion is home to Zhuo Junyue's second uncle, who is the true descendant of the Zhuo family. It makes sense for him to inherit the position of the head of the Zhuo family, and it is natural for him to live in the East Mansion. However, the West Mansion is a little too deserted. When she walked here, she felt that although the West Mansion and the East Mansion existed in the Zhuo Mansion together, as the East and West Mansions, the West Mansion seemed to have been separated and abandoned.
If this mansion is like this, how depressing must they be living in it? Doesn't it feel like living under someone else's roof? If her master knew that his descendants lived like this, he would definitely feel very sad and blame himself.
She felt a little heavy-hearted as she looked at Zhuo Junyue who was walking slowly in front of her. At this moment, she finally understood why he was so taciturn.
After walking for a while, Zhuo Junyue brought them to the hall of the West Mansion and said to them, "You sit down for a while. I will go see my father and mother first."
“Go ahead!” The old man waved his hand, and leisurely found a seat to sit down. He took out his wine gourd and drank the wine. He said to Fengjiu, “Sit down. Don’t be restrained. People from the East Palace rarely come here.”
Seeing this, Fengjiu also found a place to sit down. Looking at the simply furnished living room, she couldn't help but ask, "Why don't they live separately? With Zhuo Junyue's strength, he is already qualified to set up a mansion."
"It was his grandmother. She didn't allow them to live separately. Besides, apart from Junyue, his father's talent was not that great. Junyue's younger brother was pretty good, but it was useless without a good teacher." The old man took a sip of wine and shook his head.
Hearing this, Feng Jiu frowned slightly: "How can there be no good teacher? Can't the four major sects take the assessment?"
The old man stroked his beard and thought for a while: "Didn't I tell you that his brother's legs were disabled since birth? He has been in a wheelchair ever since?" His eyes rolled, and he couldn't remember whether he had mentioned it to her.
Feng Jiu was a little speechless: "Where did you say that? You only told me that he had a younger brother and a younger sister, and then said that their family was very poor, with only a few people in the family, and that his grandmother lived in a small courtyard due to poor health in the early years and usually just worshipped Buddha and chanted scriptures. How could you mention these details?"
"No? The old man has forgotten it too. He doesn't remember it very well."
He smiled awkwardly and said, "It's not too late to talk about it now! That's it. He has good talent, but his legs are useless. It's not easy to become a disciple when he can't stand up. Tell me, who would be willing to accept a person in a wheelchair as a disciple? So he stayed at home. His spiritual power cultivation is okay, but it's not easy for him to practice martial arts."