Lu Shenzhou's Realm, the Second Master's Calligraphy!

"Hmph!"

Zhao Yang snorted coldly and watched the figure in the little boat on the lake.

So this was Parasol Tree's master. He looked respectable enough on the outside.

Zhao Yang swept his gaze around, catching the admiration in quite a few women's eyes—especially the wonder Gan Zhi and Shilan had shown just now.

"He's nothing but a concubine's son. Look at those clothes. Even the servants in my manor dress better, and he hasn't brought a single attendant." Disdain dripped from every word.

"I hear a lowly maid gave birth to him. He's nearly twenty and has never set foot in a classroom. What a joke."

The more Zhao Yang spoke, the angrier he grew. But this was Xie Manor. Had they been at Zhao Manor, he would have capsized the boat of any concubine's son who dared show off like this.

Gan Zhi felt a flicker of surprise and asked softly:

"How did Xie Guan get into the Grand View Garden?"

His name had not been on the list of young masters and ladies the madams had invited today.

Yet he had walked into the garden in broad daylight. Would that not anger Madam Yuan?

Zhao Yang turned his head toward Shen Kuan, his gaze dark and vicious.

"Elder Shen, a concubine's son doesn't matter, does he?"

He spoke slowly.

Shen Kuan rolled his pale eyes toward the figure on the lake and stroked his beard in thought.

Zhao Yang went on. "He'll only fall into the water and lose a little face. Surely that's nothing serious."

At that, Shen Kuan smiled. "The lake can be treacherous. If he falls in by accident, I imagine no great harm will come of it."

Zhao Yang laughed with delight. "A concubine's son out on the lake—who knows whether he lives