Chapter 466: , Family Discussion

PS: Yesterday's chapter exhausted the emperor's emotions and brain cells—I deleted and revised it many times before finally capturing that awkward feeling, so today I'm combining two chapters into one big one—please bear with me~

At that very moment, a family ethics drama was unfolding at the University of Tokyo Hospital, in Bunkyo Ward, at the Yonezawa Uesugi residence.

In the Uesugi family's tatami room, the atmosphere was somewhat strange. Traditional tatami mats, hanging ink paintings, and a solemn alcove dedicated to Bishamonten contrasted subtly with the blue-glowing prototype Nintendo Switch on the low table and the colorful images dancing across the ultra-thin TV screen.

At this time, the Switch had not yet been officially released—it was an internal Nintendo test unit, specially provided for Uesugi Bunken, a die-hard veteran gamer, to test.

Ah~ Now that we have a new home gaming console, how should the Uesugi family deal with their old PS4?

As Uesugi Setsue would say: secondhand electronics? Gotta check Zhuanzhuan!

Zhuanzhuan is a professional official platform for verifying and buying back used goods—Uesugi Setsue's Huawei Y9000P laptop was picked up by Zhuanzhuan for over 50 million USD! Fair price, quick and clean payment (big fog).

The game currently being played is Super Mario Odyssey.

On screen, the red-capped plumber stumbles awkwardly through a kingdom filled with medieval charm.

Holding the controller is none other than the family patriarch, Uesugi Bunken—over seventy, his silver hair meticulously groomed, even at home wearing a neatly pressed casual kimono, spine ramrod straight, brow furrowed from intense focus, lips habitually pursed downward, exuding an aura of quiet authority. This University of Tokyo professor is currently trying to maneuver Mario onto a short post he deems absurdly poorly designed—his movements stiff and cautious, as if he weren't playing a game but presiding over a crucial academic defense.

"Father, left—left, that hat—throw it!" Sitting slightly below is his son, Uesugi Yuhken, wearing a comfortable wool sweater, slightly plump, his face perpetually bearing a subtle expression between trying to please and resignation.

"Hehe, Grandpa, your Super Mario skills haven't declined a bit!" Beside him is his grandson, Uesugi Setsue, squinting with amusement.

Uesugi Bunken is a superfan of Super Mario. Though as a Tokyo University professor he generally holds a slightly opposed attitude toward video games, he especially loves Super Mario, plays every generation without fail—from his mid-forties to now, just shy of 75 and retirement, he has always been devoted to the on-screen Uncle Sam, finding no interest in other games, only this one, and he's exceptionally good at it.

So skilled that his son and grandson can't even get a word in edgewise—Uesugi Yuhken and Uesugi Setsue can only watch from the sidelines.

In contrast, Uesugi Yuhken's favorite game is Super Robot Taisen.

At this moment, Uesugi Yuhken also learned from his father about his older brother, Uesugi Sadaken—he doesn't know what to say, and his father's current standing in the family is awkward; his business relies heavily on his father's and son's connections, so he feels like a nervous bystander, wanting to fit in but afraid of saying the wrong thing.

After thinking, Uesugi Yuhken decided to display his father's authority.

"Setsue, go pour your father a cup of tea." Uesugi Yuhken coughed a few times, speaking sternly on purpose.

"Tsk." Uesugi Setsue, wearing a hoodie, sat cross-legged with relaxed posture, but his eyes full of teasing. He locked gazes with his father—neither willing to yield—reflected in the son's "You useless lump" and the father's "You're the useless lump, Dad" expressions. Reluctantly, he went to the fridge, pulled out an iced tea, and poured a cup for Uesugi Yuhken: "Here."

"Hah, you little brat, slacking off!" Uesugi Yuhken reached over and tapped Uesugi Setsue on the head: "I said go brew me a cup of green tea!"

"Drink it or don't!" Uesugi Setsue said arrogantly: "I've already been sold out by you, and you're still talking nonsense!"

Damn it!

Uesugi Yuhken's facial muscles twitched once, but he could only mutter, "I'll teach you a lesson later!"

Mmm, so cold!

Uesugi Yuhken lowered his head to sip the iced tea, tugged at the corner of his mouth, glanced at Uesugi Bunken, and dared not say another word.

Today, Uesugi Bunken specifically called Uesugi Setsue back—clearly for a purpose—but the father didn't specify what, and Uesugi Yuhken didn't dare ask, nor did Uesugi Setsue speak, leaving him feeling frustrated.

Meanwhile, not far off, Uesugi Setsue's elder sister-in-law watched the old man and young boy interact from afar, opened her mouth to mediate, but ultimately just gave a helpless smile, her eyes full of envy, silently refilling the tea cups for Uesugi Yuhken and Uesugi Bunken with hot tea.

Elder brother Uesugi Sadaken is a very stern man—even in private, he maintains a rigid dignity, far less carefree than Uesugi Setsue, and impossible to have such a relaxed father-son or grandfather-grandson relationship.

This actually resembles Tokugawa Yoshimune, the eighth shogun of the Tokugawa shogunate.

Tokugawa Yoshimune was the fourth son of Tokugawa Mitsukuni, lord of Kii Domain—originally not in line to inherit, so he was largely neglected at home, but as a son of the Kii Tokugawa, one of the three main branches, the shogunate found him hard to control.

Thus, Tokugawa Yoshimune found himself in a strange state: "family doesn't want to manage him, shogunate can't manage him"—leading him to grow up in a relatively open environment, often venturing into fields and villages, playing outdoors, even experiencing rural life, giving him deep understanding of the lives and sufferings of working people.

This unique background and experience shaped Tokugawa Yoshimune's lively, active personality and later distinctive style and vision. Moreover, due to extensive falconry, he consumed ample meat and got sufficient exercise, making him exceptionally healthy—unlike other Tokugawa heirs prone to sudden illness, early death, and extinction of lines, he was robust, had many descendants, full of energy, both literary and martial, and handsome in appearance.

As a result, his three older brothers died young in succession, and inexplicably, the lordship of Kii Domain fell to him. Healthy, energetic, and familiar with rural hardships and domain corruption, Tokugawa Yoshimune was able to govern with full vigor and achieve much. After the seventh shogun, Tokugawa Ietsugu, died suddenly at age eight, Tokugawa Yoshimune's demonstrated abilities prompted key Tokugawa figures and senior shogunate officials to urgently convene a meeting to discuss shogunal succession.

In the end, they decided: the one who displayed outstanding civil and military talent—Yonosuke (Yoshimune's childhood name)—would become shogun and lord of Edo!

After playing a good while, Grandpa's Mario, after a series of maneuvers, still couldn't be controlled and fell into the water, letting out a silly cry of "Oh no!"—finally ending the game. Uesugi Yuhken thought, "Finally, it's my turn," but Grandpa turned off the game, saying, "For now, a temporary truce—we'll continue another day."

Uesugi Yuhken quickly stood up to gather the controller and console, moving with efficiency, as if this were his duty.

At that moment, the paper door of the tatami room was gently pulled open, and two graceful figures entered, carrying the faint scent of after-bath and the cool air of an April night.

First came Watanabe Minami—petite and delicate, like a fine porcelain doll, her sweet apple face untouched by powder yet still radiant. She wore soft loungewear with a cartoon Bonnie Bunny pattern, paired with nearly transparent light gray pantyhose that outlined her delicate, tempting legs, soft and fine silk hosiery wrapping her small feet, silently stepping on the tatami.

"Mr. Bunken, Mr. Yuhken, done?" Her voice matched her appearance—sweet and clear, with a touch of childish charm: "I heard outside that Setsue-kun was again 'guiding' Grandpa!" She laughed, naturally walking to sit beside Setsue, leaning affectionately against him, her eyes full of admiration and pride, as if she herself had just dominated the game.

Following closely, Ikeda Ererina entered behind Minami, stepping carefully. She is tall and strikingly curvaceous—even in loose loungewear, her alluring figure and long legs are hard to conceal. Her legs, wrapped in ultra-thin flesh-toned pantyhose, move with a supple, captivating grace between steps. Her features carry a hint of mixed-race depth, her eyes flashing with a passionate, alluring charm.

"Master of the house, Mr. Yuhken, please have some tea." Ikeda Ererina's voice was lower than Minami's, her manner more cautious and respectful. She gently placed the tea cups before Bunken and Yuhken, then quietly knelt at a slightly more distant spot, her eyes quickly scanning Setsue, catching his barely perceptible smile, before lowering her lids, her posture modest and unassuming.

Minami and Ererina were invited to the Uesugi residence by Uesugi Bunken and Uesugi Yuhken.

Uesugi Bunken nodded, indicating he was tired and wanted to rest, signaling that Uesugi Setsue should also go rest. Before leaving, he gave a meaningful glance at Minami's figure, then at Ererina.

Grandpa thought: Minami's figure… why can't she swap with Ererina?

Ererina's build is truly well-nourished—Minami's… just doesn't cut it. Small frame, small chest, ordinary bust—nowhere near Ererina's figure. One look and you know she wouldn't let future great-grandchildren go hungry.

Yet Ererina carries lowly overseas blood…

Seeing the gathering nearly over, the elder sister-in-law let out an extremely faint sigh, bowed slightly, eyes downcast, and returned alone to her room to rest.

After everyone dispersed to their rooms, Uesugi Setsue took Minami and Ererina back to his small room in the Uesugi estate.

His room isn't large—about twenty square meters. The wardrobe is long emptied, the desk and bookshelf bare, the original small bed spotless, only a childhood photo still hanging on the wall.

"Ah~~~ Setsue, you looked like this as a kid?" Minami exclaimed, her gray silk feet pattering across the room as she admired Uesugi Setsue at age four or five: "He looks like he's not very smart—so different from now."

"Huh? I want to see too!" Ererina hurried over, her lovely face seeing Setsue's childhood bear-like appearance, unable to suppress a giggle behind her hand: "Really? So small and cute!"

"Exactly—back then, Setsue's eyes were still pure and innocent! Not like now!" Minami giggled: "This young Setsue hasn't turned into a perverted stocking fetishist yet, huh? Well, I'm just saying… maybe?"

"That's right—now Setsue has become a dirty adult." Ererina nodded firmly, unaware of how deeply her words wounded Uesugi Setsue.

"You!" Black lines streaked across Uesugi Setsue's face: "Am I really that much like a pervert?"

"You're just like that?" Minami teased, smiling with narrowed eyes: "I almost feel bad saying it."

The three wandered around the room, finally stopping beside the small bed.

"The bed's so small—are we really sleeping here tonight?" Minami complained: "At most, two people can fit."

"No problem—Setsue can sleep on the floor." Ererina, uniquely humorous about such things: "I'll sleep with Minami."

"No way—I'm afraid you'll suffocate me!" Minami eyed Ererina's prominent front and back, rolled her eyes: "You sleep on the floor, I'll sleep with Setsue."

"Fine." Ererina agreed readily, and Uesugi Setsue, from behind, wrapped his arms around Minami's waist: "I think that works too."

"Wait! Never mind, how about we just squeeze in, squeeze in?" Minami's cute face immediately flushed with a charming crimson, the dignified Omitaidokoro lady, Minami of the Watanabe Shogunate, immediately gave in.

Muneyuki is getting stronger and stronger now, he can't do without Ikeda's help! He'll die!

————I will die dividing line————

Late night, Uesugi residence.

Originally, Uesugi Kuninori and Uesugi Yūken father and son had each returned to their rooms to rest, but they secretly stood at the door of Uesugi Muneyuki's room, and after hearing the faint movement in the grandson's room, they exchanged glances, each nodded, and hurried away.

No problem, Uesugi Muneyuki is indeed fine, the problem is Uesugi Sadanori.

The father and son came to the family antique display room and fell into silence.

"What should we do now?" Grandpa was very worried, pacing impatiently in the room: "It's all your fault! I told you to keep it secret, and what happened! You bastard, you let Chitokumaru discover the clue, and he ran away!"

"Ah, father, calm down a bit, there's no need to rush Chitokumaru either, it might be a minor ailment, just take a look and it'll be fine." From Uesugi Yūken's perspective, he really isn't in a hurry being in his fifties, so he inadvertently let slip, letting Uesugi Sadanori notice.

"No way!!!" Uesugi Kuninori blew his beard and glared in anger: "I can't wait any longer! I must resolve this quickly!"

"Chitokumaru's side needs immediate preparation, when he comes back you must immediately take him to see a doctor! Yukimatsumaru's side also cannot be neglected, I want to hold a grandson within three years! I'm not discussing this with you!"

Uesugi Yūken caught between two fires and yet had nothing to say, only able to turn his head away, muttering: "But, premarital pregnancy is a huge scandal, Watanabe will definitely not agree, and even if it's Watanabe Minami... we still have to think about how to bring him over?"

"…………This matter can be postponed for now, I mentioned to you last time, about the forensic assistant Ishihara Mikoto, have you checked it out?" Uesugi Kuninori knew Minami would only be able to marry Muneyuki at year's end, and before that, premarital pregnancy would indeed be embarrassing.

"Checked." Uesugi Yūken brought up Ishihara Mikoto, his expression turning teasing: "Father, guess what I found?"

"Stop beating around the bush, speak!" Uesugi Kuninori glared at his son.

You can wait, I can't wait! Even joking should have a limit!

"Well, after my investigation, I found that Yukimatsumaru...... probably already had something with...... I mean, that Ishihara Mikoto was his school doctor in high school, and it's said they often spent long periods together...... Father, think about it, if there was nothing between them back then, would Yukimatsumaru be so fixated on her, would he go to such lengths to get her into the bureau and into Tokyo University?" Uesugi Yūken said meaningfully.

"？？？！！！」Uesugi Kuninori initially didn't understand, but after the Tokyo University professor thought a little and extended the idea, he instantly grasped his son's meaning!

My own grandson, already eaten by this forensic beauty in high school?

Bold! The head of the Uesugi family unconsciously wanted to fly into a rage.

Hmm?

Looking at Uesugi Yūken's meaningful expression, Uesugi Kuninori pondered: "What do you mean?"

"Exactly, father, that's what I mean." Uesugi Yūken nodded teasingly: "If this Miss Ishihara doesn't want us to report to the police, she had better obediently listen to us, and with Yukimatsumaru establish the main line, bear healthy offspring, as a reserve heir."

Miss Ishihara, you wouldn't want the police to know about your high school affairs with Yukimatsumaru, would you?

Uesugi Kuninori's mental circuits turned a full circle.

Seems, it can work!

Finally, a hint of a smile appeared on the head's face, and Yūken even burst out laughing.

The father and son have for the first time reached an agreement.

It's time to let this person who leveraged their position rise, and let the forensic beauty whom Yukimatsumaru longs for experience the darkness of the Uesugi family!

(Chapter End)