Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

Wei Zhao didn't know what to say, looking completely bewildered. Wei Ming found this rather amusing. Ever since becoming an official, Wei Zhao's face had gradually lost its expression. This was common in the officialdom; after all, you couldn't easily let others read your facial expressions, so often, you tried to avoid showing any emotion. But now, Wei Zhao looked so bewildered, a look he hadn't seen in years.

"Father, who exactly is your friend?" Wei Zhao asked almost subconsciously. He simply felt that his father's old friend was no ordinary person, or rather, no one who could become his father's friend was simple. But this extraordinary quality was limited to the mundane.

Whether they were above one person or below ten thousand, even if they were princes and nobles, given Wei Ming's fame and status in Yan State, they wouldn't be afraid. He also knew that there were some people in this world who possessed miraculous methods. He had also visited the mysterious Demon Slayer Division and the Demon Exorcist Sect, witnessed some of the miraculous methods there, and even exchanged a few words with the supposedly immortal leader.

But even though I knew it, I was still shocked when I saw it with my own eyes again.

Seeing Wei Zhao's expression, Wei Ming guessed what had happened, and asked with interest, "What did you see?"

Upon hearing his father's tone, Wei Zhao knew that his father was probably hiding many things from him. He simply said, "I was just about to draft the guest list for your 60th birthday celebration when, halfway there, a turquoise bird flew down from the sky."

"Is that a bird?" Wei Zhao wasn't quite sure.

But before he could immerse himself in the shock of seeing such a strange creature, the bird landed on his shoulder, hopped twice, and then moved close to his ear. This frightened Wei Zhao so much that he was at a loss as to what to do. Then, an even greater shock occurred - the bird actually spoke in his ear.

It actually spoke...

The glass bird muttered to itself, "You're from the Wei family, aren't you?"

"Yes, I can smell the scent of blood."

"Are you Wei Ming's son or grandson?"

"Son, please. Perfect timing. Could you please inform Lord Wei that Mr. Su has invited you to a banquet?"

Mr. Su's original words: "Brother Wei, it's been many years, and I've missed you dearly. This time, Su Mu is hosting a dinner; please do me the honor of attending. If you don't come, I'll send someone to kidnap you. Don't forget, don't forget, Su Mu."

As Wei Zhao was receiving the message, the glass bird stopped narrating and bit off a feather from its body. The next second, the colorful feather transformed into an invitation.

"This is an invitation. If you wish to attend, there's no need for a long journey; simply open the invitation."

After saying this, without waiting for Wei Zhao's reaction, he flapped his wings and disappeared in mid-air.

Wei Zhao stood there for a long time, holding the invitation in his hand, before he subconsciously looked around. However, he was surprised to find that although the servants didn't know why the young master was in a daze, they didn't disturb him. They quietly retreated to the side and waited, as if they hadn't seen the magical bird.

If the invitation in his hand hadn't told him that all this was real, he would have felt like he was daydreaming. So after a few seconds of hesitation, he turned back again—this time he had to confront his father and find out how many things his father was hiding from them.

It didn't look like his father was like that, but he also knew that there were demons in this world that could deceive people. Could his father have lost his mind? There were many things his father was vague about, and Wei Zhao wouldn't intervene, nor could he. But this matter was completely beyond his comprehension.

Although he was reluctant to believe it, when he saw the strange talking bird and the invitation in his hand, he speculated the worst case scenario - this was a habit he acquired in official circles - that is, his father's collusion with the evildoers had great ambitions.

Of course, this thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before disappearing. He trusted his father's character, so he wanted to hear for himself what was going on.

Looking at his eldest son staring at him, Wei Ming couldn't help but sigh that his son had truly grown up. He was also very pleased with his son's composure and self-possession in the face of such a situation, as well as his trust in him.

So Wei Ming put down his pen, looked up at Wei Zhao, calmly walked past him, and went to a desk, waving his hand and saying, "Come, sit down."

As Wei Zhao sat down, Wei Ming couldn't help but sigh again. It felt like it had been ages since the two of them had sat together quietly and talked about their innermost thoughts. Wei Zhao was different from the mischievous Wei Qi, and even more different from the nerdy Wei Qian. This eldest son had also been quite mischievous as a child, but as he grew older and entered the officialdom, he rarely showed any affection.

Seeing his father's scrutiny, Wei Zhao frowned. He looked about 70% similar to Wei Ming from ten years ago. Then, the next second, his serious expression collapsed at his father's words.

"It's been a long time since I've felt like this. By the way, you're not getting any younger, have you found someone you like? Has your mother tried to set you up?"

"Father!!" Wei Zhao really didn't know what to say. In such a serious scene, how could his father say such things? It was inevitably irritating, but he didn't know if the irritation stemmed more from the awkwardness of being pressured to get married, or from the annoyance of his father's irrelevant answer.

"Haha, no need to be so serious. I just wanted to know your thoughts, but you should know what kind of person I am. This is just to lighten the mood. This is home, not the Ministry of Justice; I'm your father, not a criminal. Didn't your mother really try to arrange anything for you?"

He breathed a sigh of relief when his father said that. But upon hearing the last sentence, he was at a loss for words. Finally, he said helplessly, "My mother has been trying to arrange marriages, but so far, no suitable match has been found. My heart isn't in that; I want to establish my career before starting a family."

"Not bad either." Wei Ming nodded.

"How's the Ministry of Justice? Has that stubborn Zhang Yanluo given you any trouble?"

"Zhang Yanluo," as his name suggests, has a square and serious face, especially his thick, upturned eyebrows; a frown from him gives him a fierce look. However, a fierce appearance is essential for working in the Ministry of Justice. He was essentially brought up by Wei Ming, but he didn't join Wei Ming's faction. When Wei Ming resigned as Minister of Justice, this man strongly opposed it, and then, with Wei Ming's support, he took the position. Their relationship is one of both rivalry and friendship.

This man refused to yield to power. Right was right, wrong was wrong, and he refused to compromise. It was because of him that the Ministry of Justice changed its previous attitude, becoming extremely tough and aggressive. It wasn't that no one had tried to persuade this stubborn man, but he wouldn't listen.

Wei Zhao subconsciously replied, "Lord Zhang was very kind and didn't make things difficult for me."

However, he realized why the topic was getting further and further away. He had clearly come to seek an explanation from his father.