Xie Renfeng's face darkened as he asked, "What does Father want with him?"
The blue-clad servant answered respectfully, "Master and his friend require a writing attendant upstairs. They heard from the Li Clan's Sixth Miss that Young Master Guan excels at calligraphy, so they sent us to invite him."
"Calligraphy?"
Xie Renfeng pondered this in secret. He knew the servants would never dare bring you here on their own authority.
Yet after returning to the manor, Father had summoned neither his sons nor his daughters, not even Mother, but insisted on seeing an outsider. It left Xie Renfeng deeply dissatisfied.
Ever since childhood, Father had always treated him coldly. His two elder brothers both revered and feared Father, while Xie Renfeng had desperately studied and cultivated, hoping only to win a single glance from Father—or a word of praise.
But the more he cultivated, the more he studied.
The fingers hidden in Xie Renfeng's sleeve clenched into a fist, his fingertips turning white.
Great Qi's youngest Primordial Spirit cultivator to ignite Divine Fire; a Triple Laureate, first on both examination lists; he traveled north beyond the desert to become a thousand-mile realm's chief minister, refusing a marquisate; he traveled west to Great Sui, where Princess White Crane saw him off; at sixteen, his writings surpassed those of the thirteen provincial prefectures; the Second Master's close friend despite their age difference...
With each layer of fame, Father's figure grew loftier in his heart. He chased after him desperately, until he was impossibly far away.
Gan Zhi softly reminded him, "Young Master..."
They could not possibly bar the "guest" Father had invited at the entrance.
Xie Renfeng gave you a frosty glance, but ultimately stepped aside and cleared the way.
You brushed past one another.
Xie Renfeng kept his gaze fixed straight