Moments later, Han Fei walked in with a richly-dressed young lord, and Yang Zhenshan stood in front of the main hall, watching the approaching young lord in brocade.
This individual wore a dark-purple brocade robe, a white jade double fish auspicious pendant hanging at his waist, and walked leisurely with a hand fan in his hands.
His face handsome, eyes bright, and a gentle smile on his lips, he exuded an indescribable charm.
What a distinguished young lord!
Yang Zhenshan inwardly praised.
He had seen his fair share of wealthy young lords, like the Princely Heir of Duke Ning, Zhou Xu, whose extraordinary noble aura could make countless people feel inferior.
Yet, though this young lord before him couldn't compare to Zhou Xu, he possessed a youthful vitality that Zhou Xu lacked.
"Duke Shou Mansion's Wang Zheng pays his respects to Master Yang!"
Wang Zheng arrived before the hall and performed a courteous fist-palming salute.
