In her eyes, someone like Li Hongjiu truly counted as no more than a minor figure.
Relatively speaking, however, the fact that even she knew of Li Hongjiu proved that, in some respects, he was no ordinary minor figure.
Still, she was genuinely curious. With so many options available, how had the choice landed on Li Hongjiu? It hardly seemed to make sense.
Having spent some time in the Book Hall and sat in Dong Liangying's place, though, she could roughly guess where Dong Liangying's knowledge of Li Hongjiu came from. It probably had something to do with those scholars in the Book Hall whose ambitions soared higher than the heavens and whose mouths outstripped their abilities.
The rest of the family, however, knew very little about Li Hongjiu. The eldest daughter, Dong Liangyi, for instance, was always busy with household chores in the rear courtyard and rarely interacted with outsiders. At most, she occasionally heard her family discussing events in the outside world.
The Second Miss, Dong Liangyu, lived in seclusion on the second floor and was much the same.
The people Dong Wenshu, the head of the family, associated with seldom discussed such matters.
Apart from Dong Liangying, who sat in the hall and heard plenty of conversations, the fourth child, Dong Liangze, had probably heard a little more than the others. He was a boy, after all, and his eyes would light up at the outstanding talents of the younger generation, wishing he could be one of them.
Yet Dong Liangze looked just as puzzled. He did not think Li Hongjiu was better qualified to be a master than those eminent experts, either.
He simply could not understand why his third sister wanted to become Li Hongjiu's disciple.
A little embarrassed by everyone's stares, Dong Liangying mumbled