Chapter 1295

In the pavilion, there was a wooden table with an ancient ink carving.

"Hmm?"

Gladyce asked Simon to put her down. She picked it up and looked at it curiously. "What's this?"

Simon frowned slightly and looked around. Someone came out of the meditation room on the side. He was in a frock and looked a little old.

"Your Excellency." The old monk bowed and stood in front of Simon, putting his palms together.

Simon nodded slightly. "Master."

"Eh?" Gladyce felt strange and looked at the old monk with a smile. "Master, how do you know that he is the second son? He is exactly the same as the eldest. Today, the eldest and the second son are all here."

"Haha."

The old monk smiled kindly and bowed slightly.

"Madam, what do you think? I can't recognize the difference between the Eldest Young Master of the Handerson Family and you, but the Eldest Young Master of the Handerson Family is the daughter of the Director of Hang, and you are by your side."