The restaurant was crowded. There was a poetry recital going on. Many literati stood there, boasting and commenting on others.
Xie Qiao held her head low and stayed in silence.
"This person knows nothing about poetry, and he wants to be a graduate? Ridiculous!"
"Vulgar, so vulgar! Although his poems aren't good, how could you be so vulgar? You've polluted our ears!"
"It's a regret that I died so young. If I was still alive, how would these people have the chance of showing off?"
Xie Qiao felt her ears hurt from hearing all that.
She asked for a private room immediately.
She went upstairs right away. However, a cold wind was blowing as soon as she stepped on the stairs. She failed to hold her drape hat. It was flipped over directly.
Xie Qiao was stunned.
"I knew you're a beauty by looking at your body. As expected, you're a beauty indeed!" A scholar ghoul that was not far beneath said, looking elegant.