Inside Tide Listening Pavilion.
Zhu Yourong's gaze fixed on the direction Zhao Rong left, murmuring under her breath, "Dragon Energy."
Without turning back, she spoke with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Meng Shu is helping me, so why did he still ask him for a calligraphy piece?"
The old Sacrificial Officer smiled and said, "Of course, it's for you. The new favorite young Zhu teacher at our academy greatly admires a certain student's handwriting, which even this old man has heard about in Tide Listening Pavilion."
Zhu Yourong didn't respond directly, but turned to ask the old Sacrificial Officer, "Meng Shu, regarding the matter of Zhao Ziyu being attacked down the mountain, there is also some negligence from your family member. In terms of both emotion and reason... next time, please help again."
