When the scholars of Fenggao City erupted in rebellion, a horse-drawn carriage slowly entered through the East Fenggao Gate.
"Fenggao is indeed bustling. I remember when my father left his post at Mount Tai, the difference from now is enormous. Chen Zichuan is only about as old as I am, yet his capabilities make me envious beyond compare," a young man dressed in white robes remarked to his younger brother with deep emotion.
"Cough cough, let's go to the Library Pavilion. No matter what, I must see for myself the Library Pavilion that Chen Zichuan claims holds a hundred thousand volumes," the younger brother replied, his face pale as he looked up at his elder sibling, the brilliance in his eyes nothing short of shocking, "I've met Uncle's requirements at last. This delayed our departure time, and I definitely don't want to be Pang Shiyuan's junior."