Rise of the East Wing (1)

He Qiu Sheng's rage visibly showed on his face and his eyes were aflame as he stared at Yan Bu Gui and his disciples.

"Yan Bu Gui! You still owe the academy their fees and you indulge in your disciples' violence!? And you can still sit here drinking wine leisurely!?"

The viciously berated Yan Bu Gui gripped at the wine jar in his hand and smiled weakly. Wine? Where would he find money to buy wine? The wine jar was filled with water and the faint wine's fragrance was just the smell that had seeped deep into the wine jar.

But Yan Bu Gui was not about to give himself any excuses.

"It's Qiu Sheng I see, what brought you to our East Wing here today? Do you want to come in and take a seat?" Yan Bu Gui asked smiling.

The look Yan Bu Gui gave was almost grovelling but Qiao Chu and the others who knew the real reason why he discarded his pride only felt all the more bitter.