Chapter 27 Grace

Inside a small tower deep within the Zhao Mansion, the Seventh Young Master stood amidst layers of curtains, his head lowered, refusing to look at the lady on the couch, standing a full ten feet away.

No one spoke.

The maids standing beside the couch were breathing lightly, and the few young girls who had been quietly playing music in a corner had already slipped away.

Aside from the tinkling sound of jade rings clinking against one another when the wind blew the curtains, there was not a whisper of noise.

Finally, the lady broke the silence.

"Fan'er, how long has it been since you last visited me?"

The Seventh Young Master remained silent, not speaking, nor lifting his head.

"Why is there such a distance between mother and son? You stand so far away, unwilling to even glance at your own mother?"

The Seventh Young Master lifted his head, his gaze landing on the lady's face, but his eyes were devoid of emotion.