Registrar Yan asked Storehouse Officer Liu in confusion, "Hasn't Yan Yue's Literary Palace already shattered? Why won't Fang... that man let him off?"
"Fang Yun never went looking for trouble with Yan Yue. No one knows what madness seized the Yan Household, but they actually went to the Fang Clan School in mourning clothes to make trouble for Fang Yun, demanding that he kneel and kowtow to Yan Yue."
Registrar Yan was startled and cursed, "Have they gone insane? No matter how foolish my cousin is, he couldn't possibly do such a thing! Fang Yun is unstoppable now, so why would they still provoke him? And why did the old madam scold the Prefect?"
"Apparently, the Fang Clan School was preparing to expand its enrollment, with Fang Yun personally teaching the students poetry and verse. The old madam's grandson had originally been able to attend, but after the Yan Household blocked the gates of the Fang Clan School, Fang Yun stopped teaching. The child cried to the old madam about it. She couldn't control the Yan Household, so naturally she took it out on her own son."
Registrar Yan's heart gave a violent lurch. "This is bad! A small matter would be no concern, but if this blows up and stirs public resentment, the Prefect will have an excuse to intervene. Our Yan Household will be in trouble. How could my cousin possibly have done something like this?"
Storehouse Officer Liu's eyes flickered. "You can guess. I have matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."
Knowing the matter was grave, Registrar Yan turned and left, hurrying toward the Yan Household.
Halfway there, Registrar Yan discovered that the Yan Household's rice shop was surrounded by people, three layers inside and three layers out.
"Yan Chongnian, you old bastard! You've