A young scholar in white robes and a red-clothed girl with fox-like eyes had left the academy shortly before.
About half an hour passed.
Another figure appeared at the entrance of the academy.
It was indeed Zhao Rong. For some reason, he had returned alone, swiftly making his way back to the East Fence Small House.
As he passed by a lavishly decorated small house nearby, Zhao Rong changed his direction, entered it alone, pushed open the courtyard door, and the figures of Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu came into view.
They were sitting under the grapevine at the western corner of the courtyard, absorbed in reading.
Seeing Zhao Rong calmly entering the courtyard, they both got up and approached.
"Ziyu, how did you manage the matter with Su Xiaoxiao?" Fan Yushu winked at him while also reminding him, "You better be careful about Zhao Xiaomei, make sure she doesn't run into you."
Zhao Rong did not respond to his friend's somewhat schadenfreude tone, remaining noncommittal.
