But contrary to expectations, there was no sign of weakness, no hint of despair. This young man had an even more remarkable presence than his father, Mr. Zhao.
The handsome youth stood in the center of the hall, neither servile nor overbearing. His gaze was firm, his bearing upright and principled. A single glance brought a particular phrase to mind: a man of jade-like refinement and pine-like integrity, his beauty singular and without peer in the world.
This was a young man far more outstanding than Mr. Zhao had ever been. He must surely possess a level of scholarship no less impressive than his father's.
'No wonder Mr. Zheng had gone ahead with the murder, even knowing it was a terrible move.' If they were in his shoes, they too would be unnerved by this young man. They couldn't help but think: 'The day he makes a name for himself, won't he surely seek justice for his father's death?'
The stipend students fell silent, their gazes on Zhao Jing deepening with contemplation.
