The box unfolded, revealing an exquisitely crafted folding fan inside.
Zheng Changnian took out the folding fan and handed it to Zheng Changye.
"Brother, this folding fan was obtained from Master Shangming by our cousin.
When he was young, Master Shangming also wielded a folding fan.
This particular one was used by Master Shangming during his prime.
I originally intended to gift it to you as a birthday present.
But today, I couldn't help myself and decided to give it to you now..."
"Tonight, I was a bit too outspoken, I hope you won't hold it against me, brother..."
Zheng Changye slowly accepted the folding fan; it was exceptionally well-made and exuded a faint aura.
Honestly, after revealing my inner dissatisfaction like this, Zheng Changye thought.
The path awaiting me would be one of decline for the rest of my life.
Unexpectedly, I didn't truly understand this cousin of mine.
