At the banquet, De'an was green with envy.
Even though his father had been granted a Marquis Mansion that could be inherited for three generations, and he was riding his father's coattails to eventually become a Princely Heir, he still felt extremely disgruntled.
He was a whole month older than Zhao Jing! Yet here he was, merely a Scholar, while Zhao Jing had somehow reached the Standard Third Rank!
Was this fair? Did this make any sense? Had Zhao Jing ever considered his pride or his situation?
Whenever he went out, people envied him for having such an exceptionally capable relative like Zhao Jing. He had to put on a proud front, pretending to share in the glory. But in reality, the blow to his ego was killing him!
De'an got completely wasted. He threw an arm around Zhao Jing's neck and babbled incessantly. "I don't even have the face to go out and see anyone! We grew up thick as thieves. You have to spare a thought for me! Give me a way to survive!"
