The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Li Xiaowei looked at his mother. This speech was exactly what she had said before she died. She asked

him to nd his father, the son of the Black Tortoise Clan’s clan head, the cowardly man who abandoned

their pair of mother and son.

Li Xiaowei remained silent. When his mother died, he was still very young. He didn’t know what had

happened between his parents. One time, he nervously asked about his father and why he didn’t want

them. He didn’t know at that time that the word ‘father’ itself was a stimulus to his mother.

The gentle but extremely stubborn woman, with her emaciated body, held her dignity to the end.

It was not until he slowly grew up that he realized that his father was an irresponsible man who had

ultimately abandoned them under the pressure of the family.

Even after the school competition, where Li Xiaowei and Tang Nazhi met and he returned to the Black

Tortoise Clan, he had never wanted to call the man his father.

After his mother passed away, he went to the imperial capital like she told him, found the residence of the

Black Tortoise Clan, but did not enter.

Because on the day he went to the Black Tortoise Clan, he saw the man he should have been calling father

coming down from the carriage with his charming and tender son and laughing merrily. The lady in his

arms was beautiful and moving, dressed in ne silk and satin. His son was lively and cheerful, and was

held in his hand like the moon surrounded by a myriad of stars.

At that moment, the little Li Xiaowei nally chose to give up. Instead of knocking on the door of the Black

Tortoise Clan, he completely left the imperial capital— the place that should have been his home.

After that, the wandering life made Li Xiaowei feel the desolation of loneliness, and it was not until he was

picked up by his master that he once again experienced warmth.

However, the happy picture of the family of three had already been imprinted in his heart.

Li Xiaowei’s silence made the condition of the sick woman lying on the bed more unstable. She grabbed

her son’s hand with diculty and said intermittently, “Xiaowei, you are still too young. You need someone

to take care of you. Go to him. He is your father…”

“I don’t have a father.” Li Xiaowei lowered his head and bit his lip.

For a long time, he had been a dull and good-natured person in the eyes of his friends in Phantom, but no

matter how good-natured he was, he also had his own stubborn points.

His father was Li Xiaowei’s sticking point.

Li Xiaowei never thought of returning to the Black Tortoise Clan until the youngster that shared his blood

appeared in front of him with a bright smile and tried to talk to him with his unskillful, bewildering, and

even stupid words …

Big brother…

His younger brother.

The loathsome boy who had replaced him as that man’s son didn’t understand the hatred in his heart at

all. He stood in front of him just like that and talked to him with a ushed face. He looked at him

cautiously for fear that what he said was wrong and would made him unhappy.

At that moment, Li Xiaowei was at quite a loss. He looked at the youngster who had robbed him of

everything. The youngster was looking at him with a face full of smiles and his pair of innocent eyes was

watching him; he was disdainful in his heart.

“Big brother, are you not going to talk to me? I have always wanted to have a brother, can you not ignore

me?”

The silly youth stood in front of him dim-wittedly; he clumsily scratched his head and said something that

made him feel puzzled.

At that moment, Li Xiaowei felt that the master of the Black Tortoise Clan didn’t have a good brain…