The Curtain Draws Up

Xiao Yue's mother's voice sounded from outside. The dishes were ready. She asked if she could come in and let her in. Then, she placed the dishes on the table and instructed them to bring them over after they washed up.

The two of them drank wine and ate while chatting casually.

In less than fifteen minutes.

The knocking on the door sounded again. This time, it was the Chancellor of the Imperial College and the other two. After washing up, they changed into a set of clean clothes.

"Come in," said Zhang Ronghua in a deep voice."

Pushing open the door, the three of them walked in and closed the door.

The stench was gone, and he was wearing a clean Confucian robe. The aura of a scholar was very strong. If it weren't for the scars on his face, he wouldn't have looked down and out at all.