On the deck, a young Confucian Scholar and a pretty maid stood towards the back of the crowd.
The ship had already docked, and the two did not rush to disembark, quietly standing behind and watching the anxious passengers exit first.
Zhao Rong's gaze returned from the southward-flying geese formation overhead.
In the past two days between traveling back and forth to Du You City and Great Li, he had dealt with the Academy's matters during the day, as well as the minor yet life-threatening issue with Qing Jun, then he had dinner at the Summer Insect Pavilion with its extraordinary meal, before returning overnight on the Cloud Sea Ferry.
Zhao Rong exhaled softly.
This time, he had managed to accomplish the tasks he had planned.
When he went to see Meng Zhengjun, although she did not show much affection, she handled matters professionally, providing a nearly adequate response, saying she would naturally return before the ceremony began and warning everyone not to slack off…
