The Golden Basilica owes its name to its magnificence, with its intricate dome and ornate curtains. The furniture here still retains the style of the last century, and gradually it has been made by the master craftsmen of the court, showing its indescribable status.

The old lady sat on a chaise longue by the window, embroidered with beautiful paintings on soft satin. Ou Yanzhe bent over, and in addition to his grandmother, there was a shining golden pattern on it.

Lady Hetan looked into his dark blue silent eyes, "Just returned from Marta Palace, right?" He still wore the family crest on his collar, and he was in too much of a hurry to take it off.

He straightened up and sat down in a chair across from her. He folded his legs, clasped his hands, and his movements were all calm and self-assured, with a slight air of contempt.

Butler Joey took the gold rose badge off for him, and was about to take it back when the old lady called out to him, "Show me it." ”

She put on her glasses, raised her hand, held it up to the sun, looked at it carefully, and reached out to touch it. The texture is cold, but it is not a familiar pattern.

Lady Hetton suddenly sneered, "I didn't expect such a development at Longrack, Yan, since I retired to Shesedon, I thought it would never return to its golden age. ”

Ou Yanzhe raised his head, his dark blue eyes seemed to have a deep sea.

"My son, none of them lived up to my expectations. You, on the other hand, exceeded my expectations. Her words were extremely harsh and harsh, "Your stupid grandfather, father, and uncle are no match for you at all." ”

It was a long time ago that the Langerak family was comparable to the Sheshedon family. But the marquis of the previous generation, Ou Yanzhe's father and uncle, none of them were idle.

Lady Hetan has always been arrogant, she has stood at the top for too many years, her expectations and demands are too high, and her means are too oppressive, so that she is so strong that no one can match her. It also prevents her from becoming a queen like her sister Margaret.

"Hiko, everyone says you're like me, and I see it as it is." She threw the badge onto the table, "I don't have much interest in this extra-county matter, Hiko, the family shouldn't be your limit, it's just an identity, but it's not all yours." If you want to keep this glory, those who don't need it, just give it up. ”

"You know how to do it better than I do, do you?"

He nodded, "Yes." The voice was calm and unmoving, and the expression was silent but everything was under control.

"Also, at the age of 21, it's time to pay attention to yourself. Your uncle's sons have children, too. Although you can't see anything yet, when it comes to heirs, you are a lot worse. ”

"I know." He didn't care, just a perfunctory tone. Old Lady Hetan's eyes were so sharp, she turned to ask the butler Joey, "Has he always been like this?" ”

"Old lady, the old marquis also mentioned it once last time."

"You are leisurely, you are not in a hurry, there is always someone in a hurry for you." She sighed, looking a little tired, and said something, but her grandson reacted calmly, so calm and silent.

"Let's rest for the night and go, the room is all cleaned up for you." She waved her hand, "Go ahead." Ou Yanzhe went out as he said, the Lampo Palace was large and deserted, and although there were many servants, they had changed several batches, and it was difficult to find familiar faces.

Joey followed him, and saw that his young master rubbed his eyebrows, his face was sharp and profound, but he always had a hint of a smile, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

He smiled a little, "Everyone wants to choose the perfect wife for me, but in this matter, I will not make concessions. I'll pick it myself. ”

Just a few years later, the wife he chose for himself did not satisfy the family, especially his grandmother, who was very dissatisfied.