The two Yi brothers truly were completely different people. One was rigid and old-fashioned; the other, sly and cunning.
Yi Xingchen was a man of elegant charm. In his youth, he had been a Prodigy as famous as Li Zhengshu. His path had been smooth sailing ever since, and now he had taken a seat in the Administration Hall, becoming one of the foremost figures in Qi State.
Neither of his two sons was more than mediocre in talent, and many people found it a pity for him.
Yet Jiang Wang felt that the Yi brothers were both quite decent people.
Of course, acquaintances were one thing, but Yi Huaimin trying to use such petty tricks to identify a "suspect"—a weathered veteran like Marquis Jiang would naturally never fall for it.
He would absolutely never admit that the remnants of that Wither-Bloom Monastery had anything to do with him.
What a joke. Who did not know that he, Jiang Somebody, and the Buddha Sect stood as distinct as the waters of the Jing and Wei?
Master Kujue had cried and pleaded for him to shave his head and enter the faith, yet he had refused to go.
Besides, the Capital Patrol Inspection Office had already investigated the matter. Master Jiang was spotless and aboveboard!
Yi Huaimin's malicious speculation was truly detestable!
On the other hand, Bao Zhongqing had deliberately brought his wife to pay respects. Now, Jiang Wang had begun to savor a hint of the Taste behind it.
This heir to the Earl of Shuofang clearly was not content merely to exist as an earl's heir. He intended to begin taking up the Bao Clan's banner across every field and expanding his own influence.
This visit to the Marquis of Bowang's Mansion was more of a reminder—to those within