Xie Baoshu felt as if he and the surname Zhongxuan were fated to clash.
Why were these people everywhere?
At dignified events like the Ceremony of Great Mastery, there was Zhongxuan Zun. At places like the indulgent Sanfen Xiangqi Tower, there was Zhongxuan Mingguang. Even a casual trip to the marketplace meant running into Zhongxuan Sheng...
Had the Zhong Xuan Family planted spies around him? Were they targeting him, Xie Baoshu, personally every day?
He truly wanted to ignore this useless man, but considering the other was the eldest son of the Marquis of Bowang—and remembering the blazing sun wheel that had once knocked him out cold...
"Ah, my hurried steps just now prevented me from noticing you!" Xie Baoshu cupped his hands, bowing. "Greetings, Uncle. I didn't expect that, at your age, you'd still be so tireless!"
He prided himself as a man of integrity, capable of bending and enduring as needed, but nonetheless couldn't resist adding a subtle jab to his words.