"Why hasn't Lu Wuyou come today? He's already missed several classes."
Ye Tangtang asked with a frown. After all, she was the one who had dealt Lu Wuyou such a blow. What if he never managed to get back on his feet...
Jun Yuyuan found those words painfully grating.
He'd only missed a few classes. Was this little girl really that worried about Lu Wuyou?
What was so great about that brat Lu Wuyou? He was nothing but a useless fool.
Jun Yuyuan calmly continued practicing his calligraphy with his brush, though his writing came out rather crooked this time.
"Lu Wuyou doesn't seem to have come to the academy since the last banquet. Could he have caught a cold?"
Ye Tangtang shook her head. "Second Brother, Lu Wuyou hasn't caught a cold. He just... he's just run into a little trouble..."
"What?"
"I think my two poems dealt him too heavy a blow. Could he have developed that legendary condition called depression?"
Ye Tangtang scratched her head sheepishly. She hadn't done it on purpose, either. Lu Wuyou was far too fragile-two poems had knocked him down, and he hadn't gotten back up.
"Tang Tang, so it was because of you! What exactly happened to him?"
Ye Linze leaned closer, his face full of eagerness for gossip.
"I'm not sure what happened, either. How about I go see him this afternoon? After all, he's only like this because of me."
Jun Yuyuan's brush paused. She was going to see Lu Wuyou? What was Lu Wuyou to her? Did she care about him that much?
"Ye Tangtang, I'll be the one to visit Lu Wuyou, of course. He's my cousin, so it's hardly your place to worry about him. I'll leave the palace and visit the Lu residence today."
The Third