Pei Ye was genuinely annoyed.
His perception of others' emotions had always been keen, and at this moment, he heard clearly that that comment was not a friendly jibe for an old friend from past years; he detected no emotional undertones.
In fact, the scholar in front of him had been utterly serious from beginning to end, and possibly even devoid of emotion. Those eyes were deep as a pool but lacked any stirring of life—instead, resembling ancient wood. He addressed the youth with a serious demeanor, "Since you are a successor of Yue Muzhou, you should learn more about virtue and rites."
It was a subtly nuanced feeling—even better than having a feud with Mr. Yue—Pei Ye pursed his lips and bowed slightly without any expression.
Zhu Wen returned the half bow meticulously and stepped forward to straighten his clothes conscientiously.