Jiang Manor.
"Come, have a seat."
Jiang Chenze had only recently come of age and was four years older than Shi Yi.
Dressed in splendid brocade robes, he looked exceptionally noble; combined with the Scholarly Aura about him, he was even more eye-catching.
Yet the most striking feature was the mole between his brows, the Third Young Master's most distinctive mark. That was why Shi Yi had recognized him at a glance.
Jiang Chenze had been born with the mole between his brows. A fortune-teller had once read his fate and declared it a sign of wealth and honor by birth—his family's fortune would prosper because of him, an omen of great auspiciousness.
After Jiang Chenze was born, the Jiang family's development had gone remarkably smoothly. It had now become one of Ninghe County's most renowned great families, further proving the fortune-teller's words.
Moreover, Jiang Chenze himself had been intelligent since childhood. After beginning his studies, he displayed extraordinary learning and earned the title of xiucai at fourteen. Jiang Chenze had originally wished to press forward like a surging torrent, but his teacher had told him to spend several years settling himself, studying the meanings of the classics, and only then sit for the imperial examinations.
Jiang Chenze had taken those words to heart and begun studying the classics, continuing until now.
Thus, this Third Young Master held a very high position within the Jiang family.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
After stepping forward and bowing, Shi Yi sat down on a stone stool nearby.
"Before Ziyu left to travel and study, he mentioned you to me."
"He said you were quite outstanding."
Jiang Chenze looked at Shi Yi and spoke with a smile.
"Xuanming merely thinks too highly of me."
Shi Yi knew that Ziyu was Lou Xuanming's courtesy name,