Well that is certainly not true. Jin Guangyao's father loves sycophants. He holds court before a simpering, oily flock of them daily.
Still, he's miscalculated--he hates miscalculating--but manages not to let the sudden, violent flash of outrage at his mistake manifest itself on his face. Perhaps a different approach, if he can only avoid rousing her ire further; he avoids offering up an explicit apology and instead only dips his head once in acknowledgement. "Lady Dimitrescu," he repeats politely, "perhaps--"
But whatever else he intends to say is cut short abruptly as a convenient plot device a pair of Wakers approach them both where they stand on the shore. One of the Wakers, cheerily apologizing for the delay, foists a parcel off into Jin Guanyao's arms, which is how he finds himself suddenly in possession of a curious bag composed of exquisite, golden silk brocade.
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Still, he's miscalculated--he hates miscalculating--but manages not to let the sudden, violent flash of outrage at his mistake manifest itself on his face. Perhaps a different approach, if he can only avoid rousing her ire further; he avoids offering up an explicit apology and instead only dips his head once in acknowledgement. "Lady Dimitrescu," he repeats politely, "perhaps--"
But whatever else he intends to say is cut short abruptly as
a convenient plot devicea pair of Wakers approach them both where they stand on the shore. One of the Wakers, cheerily apologizing for the delay, foists a parcel off into Jin Guanyao's arms, which is how he finds himself suddenly in possession of a curious bag composed of exquisite, golden silk brocade.