For Cheng Qingling, Dong Song Academy had always been a place of great aspiration, but now, the situation at the academy made her feel quite uncomfortable.
Walking amidst the bustling crowd of the academy, seeing the disciples who passed by her sporting the Dong Song Academy badges with their heads held high, she felt oppressed in her heart.
At some point in the future, she wondered whether she should follow her family's arrangements and apply for Dong Song Academy, considering Lu Ling Mansion was just too small of a place after all.
"Hey, isn't this little sister Cheng from the Lu Ling Mansion? Come on, come drink with us!" While Cheng Qingling was passing through a corridor, someone reached out and pulled at her.
Cheng Qingling instinctively dodged, but before she could evade, the hand that reached for her, like a swift serpent, grabbed at her shoulder again.