Two generations ago, the heads of the clans agreed that the main family homes were off-limits, like embassies on diplomatic soil. If an offence is committed, the Dragon Head has to give permission to enter after agreeing with the other clan heads that a rule has been broken.
Han Xin's brow creased in irritation as he watched Han Zhan bite into the peach again, the juice dripping messily. He stood up, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and tossing it to him. "Why do you eat like a child?"
Han Zhan caught the handkerchief, laughing. "Is it my fault you bought juicy peaches?"
Han Xin sat down opposite him, his gaze stern. "Shut up."
Han Zhan wiped his chin, still grinning. "Where's your girlfriend? She's always following you around like a tail."
Han Xin's face darkened at the mention of Peng Xiu, who was often by his side. "Don't talk nonsense."