This Pretty Boy is Even Handsomer Than You?
"Speaking of which, I'd like to visit the Royal Library," Zhu Youji said with a light smile.
"Hmm?" Li Xuanyi's eyes flickered momentarily, but he showed no unusual reaction. "Brother Liu, what do you wish to investigate?"
Li Xuanyi, being a seasoned player in the political arena, understood that someone of Zhu Youji's caliber would have little interest in ordinary things. Especially when it came to Confucian texts, most of them were monopolized by the Three Sacred Grounds. Although the Great Feng royal family had its own collection, it couldn't compare to the texts held by the Three Sacred Grounds.
Zhu Youji had just left Jixia School; it seemed odd for him to seek out Great Feng's library instead of asking Jixia School for texts.