The old wine Shopkeeper said with an apologetic smile, "You're right, old brother. We didn't know the Young Master was celebrating such a happy occasion."
The old wine Shopkeeper even gestured for an attendant to bring over a beautifully wrapped box. He tried to hand it to the old butler, its contents hidden from view.
"Old brother, this is a gift for the Young Master. Could you accept it on his behalf?"
The old butler finished signing the slip, glanced at the box in the old Shopkeeper's hands, and grew impatient. "Take it away, take it away. Can't you see I'm busy? Our Young Master won't be accepting these things."
The old butler had refused such gifts many times already; he'd lost count of how many people had tried to pass things to Lu Yuan through him.
The news that Lu Yuan's daughter was about to have her one-month celebration was common knowledge. The gossip mills in every street and alley were abuzz with the topic.
