But no matter how disgruntled or resentful he felt inside, his opponent was the Marquis, and he was merely a commoner. When a commoner meets an official, he must follow the rules and pay respects; Shi Fengju could only kneel and bow his head, saying, "This commoner, Shi Fengju, pays his respects to Young Master Marquis."
Zhao Qi snorted coldly from his nostrils and said with a faint smile, "So you are the young master of the Shi family? Haha, it is indeed my pleasure to meet you today!"
"Young Master Marquis is too kind; this commoner truly does not deserve such praise," Shi Fengju responded evenly.
Zhao Qi burst into loud laughter, raised his eyebrow, and said, "Not deserving? Young Master Shi is too modest. You're not a man of faint heart; what is there not to deserve! Stand up! I am not one of those narrow-minded, gratuitously humiliating people!"
"Thank you, Young Master Marquis!" Shi Fengju stood up gently.
