"Duke Feng, is this your most outstanding junior?"
Not only was Ye Xin furious, but when Old Master Ye heard those words, he was so enraged he nearly stopped breathing.
Those words were far too unpleasant!
You're the one beyond cure—your whole family is beyond cure!
"Yes, Feng Miao has a mild temperament and treats others kindly. I have always admired him!" Duke Feng snorted.
Though both spoke politely, they were already at daggers drawn.
"Very good, 'always admired' indeed! He has no respect for his elders and lets his tongue run wild. I never expected that after all these years apart, Brother Lu's standards of admiration would have sunk so low!" Old Master Ye snorted.
If his earlier question had still been somewhat roundabout, he had now bared the dagger at the end of the map.
He had suffered enough humiliation today. Now even a junior of the Feng Family dared to trample all over him—how could a dignified duke swallow this insult!
"What my standards are like is none of your concern. In any case, Little Brother Ye's standards are hardly impressive! No matter how disappointing this grandson of mine may be, the gift he sent was favored by the Emperor and ranked sixth. I wonder what gift the junior you admire sent, and what rank it will receive?"
Duke Feng was no easy target either. Since the other man's words had turned ugly, he stopped holding back. Shooting Ye Xin a sidelong glance, he snorted.
Faced with such a blatant slap to the face, Old Master Ye did not know how to answer and could not help looking at Ye Xin.
That was right. You called him disappointing, yet even Emperor Yuan Yang had praised the congratulatory gift he selected. Could your eye possibly be sharper than