Mr. Zhuang arranged for someone to take Zhang Chen to the inn, then took Mr. Jiang's carriage back home. After waving goodbye to his three apprentices at the door, he turned and went inside.
After a whole day of climbing, it was truly joyful, but also truly tiring.
Others could wash up, eat and then go straight to bed when they were tired, but Manbao could only wash up, eat, and then silently take out her memorials to write.
Writing an article, after all, isn't that difficult, especially if it's a memorial to admit guilt, right?
Having written many letters of apology to her teacher before, Manbao wrote rather quickly. She drafted it, checked for typos, revised a few sentences, and then transcribed it onto the memorial.
Because it was late in the night, when she looked out the window, she saw all the lights were out in everyone's rooms. So, Manbao left things as they were, put down her pen, yawned, and turned to go to sleep.
