Inside the room, at the dining table.
Li Junzi had not made all that many dishes, just a few simple home-cooked dishes.
"Wow, so you're from the Confucian School. No wonder you're so full of righteousness." Cui Hao raised his teacup and stood.
"There's no wine here, so let me toast you with tea instead."
At his words, Li Junzi managed a faint smile and picked up the teacup beside her, about to stand as well.
But Cui Hao stopped her with an outstretched hand. "You're Senior Sister's teacher, older and more senior than I am. Please stay seated."
Li Junzi sat back down, raised her cup in acknowledgment, then took a small sip.
"I've read quite a few Confucian classics myself. I once wanted to cultivate the Confucian path, too. Unfortunately, though I read plenty of books and found a good teacher, I never entered the Writing Brush Realm."
Cui Hao sighed. "I can only say I'm not cut out for Confucian cultivation."
Li Junzi offered something of a consolation. "Confucian cultivation really isn't easy. It takes a great deal of effort."
"Yes, yes. Still, I think if you'd been my teacher back then, I might have gone further."
Cui Hao looked full of regret.
Watching Cui Hao act so familiar and seemingly willing to discuss anything, Li Junzi turned her gaze toward Lin Luoyu beside her.
Faced with Li Junzi's gaze, Lin Luoyu could only shrug with a hint of helplessness.
Naturally, Lin Luoyu had explained why Cui Hao had not spoken despite not being mute.
Li Junzi had said that he was her junior brother, after all. How could she stop him from even speaking? That was a little too overbearing.
Lin Luoyu had not argued, and so Cui Hao's seal had been lifted.
Cui Hao with