Yang Yizhi was not yet aware that Zhao Yan had returned. As usual, he stood in a corner of the Noon Gate, feeling drowsy. He never had any spirit during the early morning audiences. Before, he had had Zhao Yan to talk to and stave off the boredom, but ever since Zhao Yan had left to handle disaster relief, he had lost his companion. He was not close to anyone else and, consequently, could not be bothered to strike up a conversation. He and his father had always maintained a distance, barely exchanging a few words at home, let alone engaging in idle chatter here, where doing so might easily lead to an argument and make them the laughingstock of others.
Feeling an itch on his left shoulder, Yang Yizhi shifted his left shoulder blade. No sooner had the itch on the left subsided than his right shoulder suddenly began to prickle. Already sullen from the early start, Yang Yizhi swatted at the itchy spot with his left hand, only for Zhao Yan to hurriedly pull his hand away in alarm.
"Brother Yang, why so much pent-up temper this early in the morning?" Zhao Yan stopped teasing him, fearing that if he kept poking him, he would truly set him off.
Chapter 565