Ye Heng rushed to the front hall and saw the two brothers, Ye Jingyan and Ye Yunfeng, at a glance.
Ye Jingyan was dressed in white brocade embroidered with pines and bamboo. His lanky frame had grown even taller and straighter than before. Just standing there, he resembled a resilient, slender stalk of green bamboo—the very picture of a refined and elegant gentleman.
Seeing this, Ye Heng stopped in his tracks, his mind momentarily dazed.
'That posture, that profile... he looks so much like Ye Zheng...'
Hearing the footsteps, Ye Jingyan turned, cupped his fist in greeting, and spoke in a voice as smooth as jade, "Second Uncle."
Ye Heng snapped back to his senses, a thin layer of sweat having broken out on his back.
'No, they're still different.'
Ye Zheng had been upright and uncompromising, with a sharp, spirited air. While Ye Jingyan's build and appearance bore a certain resemblance to his father, his temperament was completely different.
