"Mr. Zhu, tomorrow I'll request a day off; I'll come back in the evening for a makeup lesson," Pei Ye said, standing under the eaves as he watched Zhu Wen walk back.
Zhu Wen nodded, "Fine, but make sure you come before 9 PM."
"Yes."
The expression of this scholar didn't change much; he meticulously washed the teapot. Pei Ye moved his throat but didn't say anything more, just bowed and left.
The Two Heavens Theory was still unresolved, but a criminal case that had dealt a great blow to the morale of the Scholars' Grove was about to be concluded.
Wen Zaizi, the loudest voice in Shengjing's Scholars' Grove during August and September.
Long before scholars from other regions entered the capital, even before the suffocating shadow of the families bore down on them so heavily they could hardly breathe, and certainly before the Ban Recommendation petition was submitted, this scholar had already been mocking and sneering fearlessly at those untouchable people from the Five Families.