At Xue Qinghe's repeated questioning, Ning Rongrong's delicate little face flushed crimson.
Shrek Academy?
The shabby school gate, the crude dormitories, three regulars at the brothels, and a stingy dean who had dollar signs in his eyes.
How could she possibly say any of that in front of the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire?
Wouldn't that be admitting that Ning Rongrong had terrible judgment?
She stammered for a long while, then could only lower her head and mutter, "They... taught some pretty unusual things."
Well, at least Tang San's Hidden Weapons were pretty unusual.
The smile on Xue Qinghe's face didn't fade. He could, of course, see how embarrassed the girl was.
He didn't press her further, merely following up on what she'd said:
"Oh? It seems Shrek Academy does have its own merits, if it's made such an impression on Rongrong."
His tone was gentle, but it only made Ning Rongrong feel more mortified.
Ning Fengzhi watched quietly from the side, lifting his teacup for a sip as if his daughter's embarrassment didn't concern him in the slightest.
He had already accomplished half of what he'd come for. From the Crown Prince, he had confirmed the Spirit Hall Holy Son's name and approximate strength.
That information was even more startling than learning Tang San was Tang Hao's son.
Spirit Hall's foundations were truly unfathomable.
Seeing that Ning Rongrong couldn't manage to say anything more, Xue Qinghe stopped questioning her and returned to the earlier topic, his tone turning warm and kind.
"Rongrong, let's not dwell on the past. If you're ever unhappy out there, you can always come to Heaven Dou Royal Academy."
He looked at Ning Rongrong, his expression sincere.
"Though Heaven Dou Royal Academy's resources can't compare to those of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile