After a Moment, Han Fei came in with a young master in brocade. Yang Zhengshan stood before the doors of the Main Hall, Looking At the brocade-clad young master as he drew steadily closer.
The man wore a deep purple brocade robe, with a White Jade Double-Fish Auspicious Pendant hanging at his waist, and came strolling over with a folding fan in hand.
His features were handsome and refined, his eyes bright, the corners of his mouth carrying a faint smile, giving him an indescribable air of approachability.
What a fine, elegant young nobleman!
Yang Zhengshan praised inwardly.
It was not as if he had never seen sons of wealth and rank before. Take Zhou Xu, heir of Duke of Ning, for instance—that transcendent noble bearing of his was enough to make Countless People feel ashamed of their own inferiority.
And though the young master In Front Of him could not compare with Zhou Xu, he had a few more traces of youthful vigor than Zhou Xu did.
"Wang Zheng of Duke Shou Mansion pays his respects to Lord Yang!"
Wang Zheng arrived before the hall and cupped his fists in salute with an easy composure.
Yang Zhengshan was sizing him up, and he was sizing Yang Zhengshan up as well.
A tall, slender body stood before the hall, straight as a spear; broad shoulders fully displayed a heroic martial air; a ruddy face showed not the slightest sign of age; his jet-black, glossy beard hung neatly down, softening much of the fierce, imposing aura that had originally filled him.
This Lord Yang was definitely no ordinary man!
Wang Zheng thought to himself.
Yang Zhengshan's gaze flickered. "So it is a young master from Duke Shou Mansion. Please, come in!"
Duke Shou Mansion!
Yang Zhengshan's heart could not help giving