"Is that so?"
Thud thud thud thud—
Yang Lingrui's heart suddenly began pounding. Seeing that Feng Linghua was genuinely considering taking out the painting scroll, he hurriedly raised a hand. "Ladies, these are matters of a young woman's heart. It truly would not be appropriate for me to see them."
"Now that we know this person's name, once I return home from this journey, I'll make proper inquiries at Willow Leaf. If I find anything, I'll send Miss Linghua a letter. How does that sound?"
Feng Linghua had always regarded that portrait of "Young Master Lin" as a treasure.
After hearing him say that, she restrained herself.
"Young Master Yang is right. Then I'll trouble you to look into it for Linghua."
"It's no trouble. Just a small matter."
Yang Lingrui had only just managed to calm himself when he suddenly felt a suspicious gaze fall upon him.
Li Qingwan's willow-leaf brows drew together slightly, her rippling eyes carrying a hint of interrogation.
What Yang Lingrui had said was indeed correct, yet something about it felt strange.
"What does Miss Qingwan think? Would this be acceptable?"
As a seasoned actor, he knew well that he could not show the slightest sign of weakness at this moment. Thus, he followed Li Qingwan's gaze and looked over, his face utterly free of unease, appearing perfectly natural.
"Oh, I have no objections. This is fine too."
Knowing that she had lost her composure somewhat, Li Qingwan withdrew her gaze.
"It's getting late. Thank you both for showing me around the Chess Academy today, especially Miss Qingwan's splendid game. It allowed me to witness the profound mysteries of the chess Dao."
Seeing the sun setting in the west, Yang Lingrui took the opportunity to rise and bow with clasped hands.
"Young Master Ling Rui