The carriage’s wheels rolled across the green slabs while the clamour surrounding them continued without abating, it was as if the populace of the Capital were preparing to escort them all the way back to Orthodox Academy; those within the carriage naturally didn’t dare to lift the drape again.
“That ‘daughter’ of someone, what’s that about?” Chen Chang Sheng looked at Tang Thirty-Six and asked.
Tang Thirty-Six felt rather annoyed and sternly replied: “Who knows.”
Seeing his reaction, Chen Chang Sheng obviously wouldn’t continue questioning; thinking back on the situation outside of Li Palace, he sighed and said: “Only today have I come to understand why Zhou Du Fu’s younger brother would be stared to death by people… with the stares of so many people gathered at one point, it actually seemed even scarier than Gou Han Shi’s Secret Sword of the Golden Crow.”
Tang Thirty-Six laughed at him and said: “You should count yourself lucky, in comparison to previous years, upon leaving the palace, you would have had to fear getting abducted by the dignitaries in the Capital and we would have also had our share of that fortune.”
Chen Chang Sheng didn’t understand, asking: “What’s that about?”