Night fell, and all around was silent.
Several people ultimately did not go to Duke Wei Mansion, but purposefully headed to Zhao Residence instead.
Under the window of the Zhao family, five people were squatting at this moment.
Inside the room, clear reading voices could be heard.
The content was profound and obscure. Compared to what teacher taught Cui Rong at the academy in the past, it was heaven and earth apart. Shen Hua's smile at the corner of her mouth grew increasingly stiff, followed by a yawn of exhaustion.
Wei Yingying said quietly, bearing great enmity: "I can't understand a single word."
Princess Le Jia was listening attentively, although she understood even less.
Ji Huo, holding back his nausea, cursed softly: "So annoying, so annoying, this bookworm chants scriptures at the Imperial College during the day, I could bear with that, but he continues like this at night!"
