"Jingfang has been worthless for a long time!"
Sanbao was about to get angry when he heard this, but Yang Zhao waved his hand to stop him, and asked with a smile: "Why does the young lady despise Yu Zhao so much?"
"Forgive Jingfang for saying it bluntly. Nowadays, there are frequent wars and the imperial court is exhausted. However, the young master does not want to serve the country. He does not enter the court or go to the battlefield. He lingers in this place of fireworks every day. How is he different from the ordinary dandy? He is just a little more talented and learned. What does Jingfang value?"
Yang Zhao might as well be knowledgeable, and she shouldn't complain about being called "aloof and arrogant". With such ambition, how could she appreciate the gentle and languid air of Jiangnan.
He admired her more and more and said with a smile: "You are quite outspoken!"
Yang Zhao was not angry, which was unexpected by Jing Fang. His exquisite and embarrassing eyes were piercing: "Jing Fang criticized the young master like this, but the young master is not angry?"
Yang Zhao smiled and said: "You are telling the truth. What should I be angry about? Besides..." Jing Fang asked: "Not to mention what?"
Yang Zhao said: "Besides, you are not the first person to say that about me."
Jing Fang sneered: "I thought the young master was generous, but it turned out he was thick-skinned."