Fang Yue still had no idea that some woman had already begun to hold a grudge against him.
He had finished breakfast and was preparing to return to the inn.
At that moment, two beautiful young women were walking over from the road nearby.
"Sister Zhang Shu, Great Scholar Wen started today's Literary Gathering. I heard that great talent who wrote 'Homesickness' will be there too."
One of them, a round-faced girl with a bun atop her head and an adorably innocent expression, tilted her head up at the woman beside her as she spoke.
"What? You mean that great talent Liu, the one who wrote 'Moonlight before my bed,' will be there too?
Why didn't you tell me sooner? I didn't even change clothes today. Won't I look terrible if I go like this?"
Zhang Shu, who had been strolling along leisurely, immediately grew anxious upon hearing this.
Zhang Shu practiced martial arts as well. She had already trained in Skin Tempering for several years and was close to reaching major accomplishment.
She had decent talent and Zhang Boyang's guidance.
But perhaps because women could not take the Martial Imperial Exam, she was not especially passionate about martial cultivation.
After growing older, especially during the year or so since returning from Daliushu Village, she had become increasingly fond of attending all kinds of Literary Gatherings in County Town.
From hating martial arts to loving poetry, lyrics, and songs.
Perhaps this was the rebellious phase of this world.
"Not at all. Sister Zhang Shu is so pretty; she looks good in anything," the bun-haired Baozi-faced Girl praised her.
Zhang Shu accepted the Baozi-faced Girl's praise as a matter of course, then continued, "Oh dear, how did that poem 'Thoughts' go again? 'I raise my head and gaze at the bright