The "Grand Heir" referred to William Wang Jinling, and in Eastlyn, only he was worthy of that title.
To be called "Grand Heir" meant William Wang Jinling was not just the King House's eldest son, but the foremost heir among all Eastlyn noble families—a distinction few could ever hope to attain.
"Indeed," someone echoed, "since his eyes were cured, invitations have poured in like snowflakes—but Grand Heir hasn't accepted a single one, except for Madam Hsieh's Poetry Salon." No one pointed out that this gathering was organized expressly for William Wang Jinling.
"What a poem, what a poem! Third Young Master Hsieh truly deserves his title of Peach Blossom Young Master—your ode to the peach blossom is simply exquisite." A burst of lively chatter arose at the entrance.
"The young lord and lady of the Hsieh Clan truly are the cream of the crop," the ladies praised, while the young misses craned their necks to catch a glimpse.
The eldest and second young masters of the Hsieh Clan were already married, but the third was still single. To marry into the Hsieh Clan would be a dream come true.
Of course, there was another reason: with Third Young Master Hsieh present, the Grand Heir was sure to follow.
Serena Feng was right—the main character always arrives last. But today, she seemed destined to steal William Wang Jinling’s spotlight.
"It’s just a little learning," Madam Hsieh said modestly, though her smile could not be concealed. Thoughtfully, she told the young ladies, "Go and enjoy yourselves—don’t waste time with us old women."
The young ladies had long been eager to go; after a few polite refusals, they all headed for the entrance.