"What are you looking at?"
The sudden voice made Xie Wanqing startle slightly. She raised her eyes to meet the gaze he had unknowingly lowered, feeling an awkwardness as if caught red-handed. She took a small step back and said, "I just feel that you have a scholarly air about you. You must have read a lot of books, right?"
Ji Chengfeng paused for a moment and said, "I suppose so."
"..." Xie Wanqing was at a loss. How could he become the top scholar if he wasn't well-versed in a wide array of books?
Moreover, his death had caused the Holy Emperor to weep bitterly. Would someone who was not genuinely talented and brilliant cause such anguish to a person of high standing?
"You like plum blossoms, cousin?" Ji Chengfeng said, "I've seen you picking plum blossoms both times we've met."
