The Scholars Trapped at the Palace Academy, Meng Yi the Die-Hard Fan!

Not long after, Fu Sheng swaggered into the Palace Academy.

His posture was one of head held high and chest puffed out, looking down upon all directions.

If the two great scholars, Zhou Qingchen and Chunyu Yue, could not solve a problem and had to invite him to resolve it, did that not prove that their learning was inferior to his own?

"You two, what kind of problem could it possibly be that even you cannot solve, requiring you to call upon me?"

"Young Master, do not panic. Since I have arrived, I shall certainly bring this matter to light..."

Chunyu Yue and Zhou Qingchen watched him with beaming smiles, then proceeded to state the problem.

Some time later, Fu Sheng sat hunched at the entrance of the Palace Academy, his hair disheveled into a bird's nest, scratching his head and sighing incessantly.

He looked at the two men beside him, who were equally dejected, and could not help but grit his teeth.

How sinister their intentions were!

In the past, they never came to him when there was good fortune to be had, yet now that there was such trouble, they had not forgotten him.

He truly wished he had never known these two scoundrels!

But as things stood, there was no good solution. Young Master Fusu was still waiting inside the Palace Academy with a dim gaze; to be subjected to such severe interrogation at such a young age—that Blood Butcher was truly devoid of humanity!

The eyes of Zhou Qingchen and his companion remained fixed on Fu Sheng. Fu Sheng rubbed his chin, his gaze deep, "As it stands, I fear that even with the combined strength of the three of us, we cannot conceive of an answer to this problem."

"Why not... summon everyone to