The seats of the Tradition Academy were located at a corner that no one cared about and was deserted just like the first night of the Ivy Festival. Chen Chang Sheng kept thinking about the proposal that will come from the Southern ambassadors. He didn’t care about the mood of the festival and Luo Luo wasn’t even concerned about these insignificant events. She was paying attention to Chen Chang Sheng’s feeling and was guessing about what he had in his mind. Occasionally, she would pick a fruit and feed him, but she would not give a glance to the tea on the desk. The tea from the royal palace was obviously elite in commoners’ eyes, but in her eyes it was extremely poor quality. How could she let her master drink it?
A mid aged court maid appeared behind the seats of the Tradition Academy. Her face was expressionless and extraordinarily cold and arrogant and she seemed to have the status of imperial concubine. But when she got close to Luo Luo, the coldness on the maid’s face entirely turned into respect and enthusiasm. Her voice was also well controlled such that only Luo Luo and Cheng Chang Sheng could hear it.
An invite from the Ping Huo Princess? Chen Chang Sheng felt a little surprised and gave a look to Luo Luo to ask her what’s happening.