The Academy was also designed by Yang Wenxiao, and just as the Dean had said, he was familiar with every blade of grass and every tree.
A sense of nostalgia appeared in his clear eyes.
Back then, it was that person who had casually mentioned to him about the Academy, a place that was completely different from the Imperial College. Even though it was just a few words, it was enough to make him yearn for it.
After Daqi was established, he began to draw up the blueprints, with those pitifully few words he had, stroke by stroke, and finally, it became what it is now.
How he wished that person was still alive.
How he wished that person could comment on this Bailu Academy.
With a soft sigh, Yang Wenxiao walked along the path towards the accommodation area.
He didn't need anyone to guide him, he knew this place as well as his own Da'an Palace, he wouldn't get lost even with his eyes closed.