At this moment, Chen Yi had no idea of Xiao Wan'er's tangled emotions.
He had even completely relaxed after watching Cui'er and Juan'er feed Xiao Wan'er the medicinal broth.
At the time, he had been planning to return to Chunhe Garden to fish.
Who would have thought that Mr. Yue Ming of Guiyun Academy would arrange for someone to deliver something utterly unexpected?
—Nearly fifty calligraphy practice books.
Under the lofty pretext of letting him first understand the students' accomplishments in calligraphy before classes began tomorrow.
Chen Yi looked at the two stacks of calligraphy practice books piled atop the stone table, each stack two feet high, and asked with a headache:
"Mr. Yue Ming isn't planning to have me finish annotating all of these today, is he?"
The visitor was named Ma Guan, courtesy name Heming, a young man with a lean build and regular features.
His dark-blue long robe had faded somewhat, and fine black stitching could vaguely be seen at its hem and cuffs, revealing patches sewn beneath.
Clearly, he was not well-off.
Yet Ma Guan seemed not to care about that. His bearing was open and proper.
Facing Chen Yi's question, he respectfully cupped his hands in salute, then looked straight at him without evasion.
"In reply to you, sir, the headmaster instructed that whether or not you annotate them is entirely up to you."
Chen Yi gave a hum and looked him over. "Is there a separate roster?"
"Yes. I'll find it for you, sir."
As Ma Guan spoke, he searched through the two stacks of calligraphy practice books for a moment, drew out a palm-sized booklet, and bent forward to present it with both hands.
Chen Yi accepted the booklet and opened it for a look. His gaze immediately froze.
After confirming it several