The elderly lady sat on her stool, stunned for a while, "Is this truly the case?"
"This matter was spoken by the Emperor's head eunuch himself—there's absolutely no falsehood in it," Ye Shaoming said.
It was only after some time that the elderly lady came back to her senses.
A shade of regret flashed across her face.
Being able to obtain the title of Number One Scholar at the mere age of fifteen, one could expect smooth sailing henceforth, not to mention that this grandson appeared to be smart as well.
If he could catch the Emperor's eye at this age, a promising future was definitely expected.
Bringing honor to the family was merely a matter of time; Ye Shaoming looked capable, but indeed he was not as remarkable as Ye Shaohua, and moreover, Ye Shaoming was already nineteen this year. Even if he climbed higher in the future, it would not surpass what Ye Qingweng had achieved.
