"My lord!"
Just as Yang Zhengshan was about to head to the rear courtyard for dinner, Yang Chengze followed pitifully behind him.
"What's wrong?" Yang Zhengshan asked.
"My lord, what should I do?" Yang Chengze's thoughts were a tangled hemp, so chaotic he simply could not calm down.
Yang Zhengshan looked at him and said with a chuckle, "You did very well before. I believe you'll do very well in the future too."
Speaking of which, Yang Chengze was only seventeen this year!
A seventeen-year-old Vice Thousand-Man Commander could be considered young and accomplished, with limitless prospects.
Among these Yang Family Disciples, the people Yang Zhengshan thought most highly of were Yang Chengze and Yang Mingwu.
Yang Mingwu was steady and reserved. Though he sometimes seemed simple and honest, in truth he had no shortage of schemes in his heart.
Yang Chengze had originally been raised by Yang Zhengxiang as the successor to the clan chief; his view of the greater picture was even stronger than Yang Mingwu's.
Right now, Yang Chengze's greatest shortcoming was that he was too young. Youth was his advantage, and also his weakness.
A mouth without whiskers could not handle affairs firmly.
Before, Yang Zhengshan had been holding the line at the front, so no one paid attention to Yang Chengze.
After Yang Zhengshan left, Yang Chengze would be equivalent to standing before everyone.
When the time came, he might have to face the contempt of many people.
"But I'm afraid I won't do it well!"
With Yang Zhengshan about to leave, Yang Chengze felt as if he had lost his backbone.
"Come, let's go to the study and talk!"
Yang Zhengshan was very helpless; he had to once again play the role of an elder who guided patiently and systematically.
The two entered the