Chapter 133

Madam Zheng had never paid attention to what Zheng Qingyu wore or ate. She had never imagined that her neglect would become such a piercing regret.

Her voice trembled when she first spoke, then gradually steadied. "What have you been reading lately?"

"The Great Learning, and some Travel Notes."

"Travel Notes. Those are good. Young people should get out and see their country's mountains and rivers."

Zheng Qingyu looked at her in confusion, as though afraid she would use that as an excuse to drive him out of the Zheng Family.

Madam Zheng hurried on. "You're sixteen now, aren't you?"

"Yes. I'm only seven days younger than Wanru."

You're older than her. Older!

"What do you enjoy doing?"

"Nothing in particular. I just read, and occasionally play ball."

Madam Zheng asked at once, "You like playing ball?"

"Yes." He paused, then quickly added, "Just with fellow students. It's a way to relax between study sessions."

"Good. Playing ball is good. Your grandfather used to enjoy it, and your sister does too."

Zheng Qingyu could not make sense of what she meant. He gave a bewildered murmur of agreement.

"Anything besides playing ball?"

"No."

"What about friends? Do you have any?"

Zheng Qingyu looked even more puzzled. Choosing his words carefully, he answered, "I have a few friends back home who share my interests. We often discuss what we've read. I've met a few scholars since coming to Zhaojing, too."

"Good. Read more, make more friends. That's what young people should do!"

"..."

Zheng Qingyu fell silent again. Madam Zheng watched his withdrawn figure, her lips trembling faintly.

"Ch-child, there's something I need to tell you."

"Actually, I'm your—"

A scream suddenly came from outside.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You're lying to me! You're lying!"

"Why are you lying to me? Someone