Jia Yu and the other two heard this, and a trace of anger flashed through their eyes.
As Chongshan students, they possessed a measure of scholarly integrity.
Wasn't the Thirteenth Prince's behavior simply using power to crush others?
Human nature was often like this, always inclined to support the weaker side.
Although Xie Guan was a concubine-born son of the Xie Clan, his status was even lower than theirs, yet at this moment, they shared a common enemy.
Facing the coercion of a prince—and with the powerful Prince of Yan standing behind that prince—the three were indignant, but they did not dare speak rashly.
Anger blazed in Zhou Yun'er's beautiful eyes.
Chen Mu swept his gaze across the crowd, taking in every expression before finally settling on Xie Guan. There was arrogance and contempt in his voice.
"Xie Guan, what do you say?"
"If you are willing to compose poetry for me, I will let today's matter rest."
"If you write well, Sixth Brother still has several openings for retainers in his estate. If you beg me, I can let you serve there."
Chen Yong softly reminded him, "Thirteenth Brother, have you forgotten? Young Master Guan has not yet begun his formal education. He is merely a schoolboy and has not earned any scholarly rank."
Chen Mu merely smiled blandly, his tone carrying a hint of mockery. "What is there to fear? Sixth Brother's estate is vast. What harm is there in keeping a few idlers?"
Yuan Yue continued cracking sunflower seeds, watching the youth opposite her with curious eyes.
There was an inexplicable contempt in the Thirteenth Prince's words.
The others sighed inwardly at the sight. Such things were commonplace in Bianjing.
What did talent matter? The Nine Great Surnames never cared!
Xie Guan had just stirred all of