"This isn't the first or second time you've gone back on your word..."
Mr. Sun jumped aside and grabbed Zhao Jing's arm, wanting to persuade him further, but Zhao Jing's mind was already made up.
Zhao Jing said, "I'll go to Xiaocheng Hall, but on my terms. You have to give me five days off every ten-day period, and you must grant me free access to the Book Collection Pavilion. Also, prepare a private room for me in the dormitories."
Before Yin Xichen could respond, De'an, who had been caught in a circle of instructors, keenly picked up on something. His eyes flew open and he leaped out from the crowd.
"What are you doing, Jing? Why aren't you living with me anymore? You've gotten tired of me, haven't you?"
"It's not that. I'll be staying up late more often from now on, and I'm afraid I'll disturb your rest."
"It's not that serious..."
"It is. Once I'm gone, you'll have a room all to yourself..."
