Li Yao glanced at him but said nothing and did not move.
Li Yao had never seen his mother and lost his father at the age of six, so from a young age, the world he confronted was always exposed.
Strange, condescending faces, unprovoked malice… Li Yao had learned from childhood to shut himself away in a small room to read, which was the environment he could rely on to avoid feeling bewildered.
But days like today were bound to come.
Li Heng was wearing a brand-new deep-yellow embroidered robe that Li Yao guessed was probably the "Imperial Silk" they had been showing off recently. Standing closest behind him was Lian Lin, who was also dressed exquisitely today in a dark green robe made from the same material, watching him with a smile curling at the corner of her mouth. Unlike Li Heng's arrogance, she exhibited a light mockery.
