"Academy!"
Hu Yunniang's words left everyone present stunned.
Yun Wan pondered for a moment. "But the Academy of today is no longer the Academy that once shook the Thirteen Provinces."
She raised her eyes toward the window. "Since the four masters fell apart, the Academy has concerned itself only with learning. It does not involve itself in worldly affairs, interfere in the court, or concern itself with mundane matters."
Zhou Yun'er knitted her delicate brows. "Why would the Academy make an exception for Young Master Guan?"
Hu Yunniang said, "Young Master Guan earned such immense fame at the Gathering of Beauties Banquet that quite a few people in the Academy admire his reputation."
Yun Wan agreed. "Yes. The poetry gathering was held at the Academy then, and all three of Young Master Guan's poems were regarded as the top-ranked pieces."
"I also heard that Young Master Guan's line that day—'The roc heads north to the sea, the phoenix faces the rising sun. Carrying books and sword, the road stretches vast and boundless'—once consoled the Second Master."
"The Second Master's disciples feel indebted to him."
The women nodded. There seemed to be no other way.
In Bianjing, the Nine Great Surnames were mountains that could not be shaken.
Women like them could not participate in such matters at all.
Chenxiang suddenly thought of another possibility. "Actually, we could also try Moonlight Pavilion?"
"Isn't Moonlight Pavilion's owner always utterly captivated by Young Master Guan's paintings? Now that Young Master Guan is in trouble, perhaps he would be willing to lend a hand."
Li Xiangjun was worried, however. "But what if he turns a blind eye and trims his sails to the wind... even voiding the previous agreement?"
Zhou Yun'er bit her lip. "We can't worry about that now. Saving the young master