A carriage slowly made its way toward the Imperial Academy.
Sitting inside, Guo Ping looked at Chen Zhi beside him. "Hongxian, your father didn't say anything, did he?"
"My father probably still doesn't know about any of this. My grandfather didn't say much, though. He only told me not to act rashly again."
As Chen Zhi spoke, he could not help sighing.
"You should have listened to me back then and simply told them who we were. Would they have dared say another word? You just had to stir up all this trouble."
Guo Ping looked somewhat embarrassed. "Hearing what they said, I really couldn't swallow my anger..."
Chen Zhi said nothing more.
Guo Ping's sudden fury that day had actually been caused not by Wang Ji, but by those clansmen of Guo Qi's.
Those men's mouths had been utterly filthy. After a barrage of insults, Guo Ping had exploded and gone straight at them. As for Wang Ji suffering the worst of it, that was purely because he could put up a better fight. The Imperial Guards Guo Ping had brought could not beat him, so he had taken a righteous blow from a club...
The two were now hurrying toward the Imperial Academy.
There was a major event at the academy today. Many scholars in Luoyang had heard the news, and Guo Ping and Chen Zhi had arranged to go together and join the excitement.
"I heard that Lord Qiao is a great worthy of the Shu lands. He lost his father when he was very young and lived with his mother and elder brother. He loved ancient books and was utterly devoted to learning."
"His family was desperately poor, but he never tended to their livelihood. He only recited the classics every day, forgetting food and sleep.