"Isn't that the new son-in-law that Duke Tang has recruited?”
A strange voice came from the crowd.
Although the voice wasn't loud, Yang Zhao's sharp ears and eyes could hear it clearly.
He was the son-in-law.
He turned his head to look for the source of the sound and saw a familiar figure in the crowd.
Chai Shao.
The son of the Julu County Duke had his hands behind his back and was looking at him with disdain.
Chai Shao was surrounded by three to five young masters, all of them dressed luxuriously. Most of them were disciples of aristocratic families who were on good terms with him. That strange voice came from among these people.
Yang Zhao frowned.
He didn't know that person, but that guy mocked him in public, as if he had a grudge against him. He was obviously helping Chai Shao.
As soon as someone took the lead, many people immediately joined in, mocking Yang Zhao's background.
These people weren't all complaining about the injustice for Chai Shao, but out of jealousy.
Who was Li Xiu Ning? She was one of Luoyang's three great beauties, the daughter of a prestigious family from the Eight Pillar Nation. She was the dream of many dukes and marquises.
If Li Xiuning married Chai Shao, although they would be jealous, at least Chai Shao was of the same origin as them, so it would not cause them to have a psychological gap.
But that Jade-faced Rakshasa had married a commoner like Yang Zhao.
This made them mentally unbalanced. Not only were they jealous of Yang Zhao, but they also deeply hated him.
Now that Yang Zhao had appeared empty-handed in the Duke of Song's estate, they had found an opportunity to vent their anger.
"This Humble Class brat actually came empty-handed to congratulate the Duke of Song.”
"After all, he's a country bumpkin. Even if he's connected to the Li family, he doesn't have much knowledge.”
"He's just a live-in son-in-law. How much money can the Li family give him? He probably doesn't have the money to prepare a generous gift for the Duke of Song.”
The few good friends beside Chai Shao went overboard with their words, almost directly mocking him.
"I really don't understand why Xiuning chose such a vulgar and rude commoner as her husband. I really don't understand ~~"
Chai Shao shook his head and sighed, a troubled and puzzled expression on his face.
"Chai Shao, your words are wrong. Although Big Brother Yang's background isn't good, but he competed with you in an archery contest and won fair and square to marry Sister Xiu Ning.”
Zhangsun Wugou stood out, his almond-shaped eyes glaring at Chai Shao, defending Yang Zhao.
"So it's Miss Zhangsun. Are you on good terms with him? Why are you speaking up for him?”Chai Shao glanced at her coldly and asked.
"Brother Yang is my benefactor, I'm just speaking up for him. Chai Shao, I know you admire Sister Xiu Ning, but Sister Xiu Ning is already Brother Yang's wife. What you should do is to give her your blessings, not be petty and embarrass her husband!”
Zhangsun Wugou's voice and expression were fierce, and Chai Shao's face turned green and white, not knowing how to retort.
"That day when that Yang fellow shot that crow, he was just lucky. He's just a commoner from a Humble Class, how could he have mastered a godly shooting skill? He's not worthy of Xiu Ning at all!”
Chai Shao was choked to the point of embarrassment, his voice hoarse as he stared at Yang Zhaoyan mockingly.
Yang Zhao's natural disposition was indifferent and carefree, and he originally disdained to talk nonsense with him, but Chai Shao's blatant and direct humiliation still ignited the anger in his heart.
If he could still endure at this moment, would he still have the guts of a man?
"Chai Shao, you keep calling yourself a Humble Class and think that you're of noble birth. Have you forgotten that a few generations ago, your Chai family's ancestor was just a peasant!
If it wasn't for the fact that you were under the protection of your ancestors, with your little magnanimity and ability, you wouldn't be qualified to stand here and talk loudly, looking down on the common people of the poor families and the countryside?”
Chai Shao's face flushed red, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes glaring angrily at Yang Zhao.
"Let me tell you, and all the self-proclaimed noble dukes and marquises here, they will decline at the peak of their prosperity, just like how no one can live forever. Similarly, no family can last forever!
Today, you are looking down on me, a commoner of the Humble Class. Perhaps in a few years, your family will be reduced to a commoner of the Humble Class. At that time, I hope you will remember what I, Yang Zhao, have said today!”
It was deathly silent.
The guests present were shocked as they looked at the generous and high-spirited son-in-law of the Li family. They were so shocked by his "sensational" remarks that they turned pale.
Chai Shao was even more speechless, staring angrily at Yang Zhao, but not saying a word.
"When one is at the peak of his power, he will decline, and the sun will set in the middle of the day…He can actually say such wise words. Is he really just a country bumpkin?”
Zhangsun Wugou's eyes flickered, his clear eyes filled with deep shock as he stared blankly at Yang Zhao.
"Nephew, you-"
Xiao Yu finally spoke, but he didn't know how to resolve the situation.
He was originally curious as to why this son-in-law of the Li family would appear when Li Jiancheng had clearly represented Li Yuan to deliver the congratulatory gift.
Logically speaking, as a live-in son-in-law, he was equivalent to a member of the Li family. He did not have the right to establish his own family and come alone to congratulate him on his birthday.
Moreover, he had come empty-handed. Could it be that he was disrespectful to Xiao Yu?
But after that, when he witnessed how Yang Zhao used words of truth to strike back at Chai Shao and the other high-ranking officials until they were speechless, he couldn't help but be shocked.
"Uncle Xiao, this Yang didn't come empty-handed. Uncle, please lend me a piece of paper and inkstone so that I can present my birthday gift.”
Yang Zhao turned around and cupped his hands towards Xiao Yu, neither servile nor overbearing, his expression regaining its calmness.
Xiao Yu was stunned for a while before he said,"Someone, bring a brush and ink for my nephew."”
The servants around him hurriedly carried up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone and placed them in front of Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao picked up his brush and calmed himself down. After pausing for a moment, the brush moved like a dragon.
Calligraphy Saint's Writing Technique!
In an instant, a birthday poem was completed.
Yang Zhao brought the ink of the future to Xiao Yu's case and cupped his fists."Yang Zhao congratulates uncle on his birthday. I wish uncle happiness like the East Sea and longevity like the South Mountain.”
There were no congratulations, no flattery, just a few simple words of congratulation, and Yang Zhao turned and strode out of the hall.
Xiao Yu stared at Yang Zhao's back for a while before coming back to his senses and picking up the calligraphy piece to carefully examine it.
After a few glances, Xiao Yu's expression changed drastically, as if he had discovered a new continent.
"Good calligraphy! It was really a rare and good calligraphy. It was simply the legacy of the Sage of Calligraphy, Xizhi!”
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