Seeing this, De'an felt even more depressed.
He nudged Zhao Jing. "Are you going to eat or what?"
"Let's wait for Wang Jun." A servant from the Wang Family had come looking for him, so Wang Jun had stepped out.
"Jing, what are you writing? You spent all morning on the exam. Isn't your hand tired?"
Zhao Jing answered at a leisurely pace, "I'm writing a letter to my sister. I've been at the academy for three days, so she's probably worried about me. Since someone from the Wang Family is here, I'll have them take it to her on their way back."
A stifled laugh came from nearby.
De'an turned his head and saw that the three young women from Yueli Hall still hadn't left.
The one who had laughed was the daughter of the Vice-Prefect, a young woman named Zhu Caiwei.
When she saw De'an look over, she bashfully covered her mouth and said sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of anyone. I'm just envious of how close Zhao Jing is with his sister."
