The early spring wind carried mist into the mountain residence.
Cheers came from the distant mountains. Que Niang had presumably won again.
Compared with the bustle elsewhere, the quiet here felt oppressive.
Zhuo Rusui thought, This has nothing to do with me. Don't look at me.
Just as he was thinking this, Xi Yiyun turned around and asked him, "Actually, I've never understood. Is this Divine End Peak's position, or Green Mountain's?"
Zhuo Rusui looked up at Gu Qing. Is this why you called me here?
Then he remembered the relationship between his master and Jing Jiu again. His eyelids drooped, and he said listlessly, "What difference does it make?"
Xi Yiyun said, "Then I can only show you out."
Making a fox demon's son emperor was something the scholars of One-Thatch Studio considered utterly beyond discussion.
"We're only junior disciples. How could we be qualified to discuss such things? We're only chatting casually. It's just..."
Gu Qing smiled. "Could Mister Xi help introduce us to the prime minister?"
"I haven't met Senior Brother Cen."
Xi Yiyun's expression cooled slightly. "Before entering court service, disciples of One-Thatch Studio absolutely do not interfere in affairs of state."
The current prime minister, Lord Cen, had once studied at One-Thatch Studio. In a certain sense, he was indeed Xi Yiyun's senior brother.
Gu Qing said, "You misunderstand. It's a private matter."
Xi Yiyun said, "Then I'm all the more powerless to help."
Gu Qing smiled. "How about this, then? Your school recently took in a new disciple named He Xiaoliu. Could you let me take him to visit an elder?"
Xi Yiyun gave him a long look, said nothing, and walked straight out.
Before long, a young scholar arrived.
Zhuo Rusui's drooping eyelids rose. At the sight of that somewhat dark face and