A young girl in a yellow skirt and green jacket, with remarkable features, followed by his side.
"Mr. Zhao," Scholar Song began, subtly revealing the other's identity to his mentor and fellow disciples.
Lu Cheng was surprised, the rumored gigolo of the Empress indeed possessed an exceptionally handsome façade.
With a square hat on his head, a Confucian robe, and an overcoat, Mr. Zhengyang rose, hands clasped behind his back, gazing openly and fearlessly at Yama Zhao, whom everyone in the capital dreaded.
The autumn breeze brushed by, making his beautiful beard dance, causing Zhao Douan's eyes to light up with admiration, as he exclaimed,
"Is this Old Sir who is acclaimed throughout the Great Yu Dynasty, the Mr. Zhengyang who has guarded the grave at Yunfu for ten years?"
Zhengyang? The person my elder brother wanted to meet was the great scholar who has recently become a sensation?
