Braving enormous pressure and speaking up to mediate before that young man of clearly extraordinary birth had indeed brought returns. The distant returns were still waiting to ferment; the immediate ones were already before his eyes.
Today, he would be admitted behind the curtains!
Skin of ice, bones of jade—people had spoken themselves sick of envy. Hearing of it a hundred times could never compare to seeing it once.
"Young Master!" An ill-timed cry suddenly rang out from beyond the pavilion, startling Young Master Yin from his reverie.
Damn it, even his train of thought had been disrupted!
The Yin estate steward who had called out hurried into the pavilion. "Young Master! Eldest Young Master is looking for you!"
He nearly collided head-on with the Yin family servant who had received Yin Wenyong's signal and rushed out to deliver the news.
To Yin Wenyong, who would be participating in next year's Yellow River Assembly, there was only one "Eldest Young Master" in the entire world—his eldest cousin, Yin Wenhua.
But with a beauty before him, everything else had to step aside. He waved a hand. "Tell my brother I have important business to attend to right now. I'll go find him once I'm done. A-Yong will tell you what's happening here."
"Th-this..." The steward said awkwardly, "Eldest Young Master said that once you received the message, you were to return immediately."
"Am I the young master or not? Am I?!" Yin Wenyong grew impatient. "Can't you understand what I'm saying?"
The plump Yin estate steward stood there with his head lowered, apologizing again and again, yet he did not leave.
Yin Wenyong forcibly suppressed his Raging Fire. "And what if I return a moment late?"
"If you don't return immediately, he'll break your legs." The steward timidly repeated the words,