Outside the Cold Plum Building, Shen Ye clutched a handkerchief, smiling as he looked up at the building.
The people nearby whispered to each other, some saying that the top scholar writing a poem for a brothel leader was a beautiful tale, while others said that the top scholar mingling with a brothel girl was self-indulgence and degradation.
But Shen Ye paid no mind to any of it.
The Yulin Army rode in quickly, scattering the people and surrounding Shen Ye. Li Xuan said in a deep voice, "Brother Shen, you should come with us to the Imperial Academy. The Qionglin Banquet cannot be disrupted."
Shen Ye reassured them, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll go with you now."
He tugged on the reins and re-entered the ceremonial procession.
As he was leaving, he looked back at the building, and Liu Xingshou had somehow come out again and was standing at the railing, silently watching him.
