Peng Huijing was both angry and fearful, her face pale, trembling uncontrollably. Zhang Hanyu was also upset and said with a stiff neck, "He has been missing for so many years, he must be dead by now! Grandpa, I've been with you all this time, why do you keep thinking about him? Is he better than me? Why does he get to be called Jingyou, the blessed one on the high mountain, the Heaven's blessing, while I have to be named Hanyu, and strive to be a more cultured and tolerant person?"
"Shut up! I told you to shut up! Jingyou is your brother, your blood brother! How can you speak of his death this way? You can be so heartless to your closest kin. People like you don’t deserve to be part of our Zhang family!” Grandpa Zhang angrily scolded.