Ji Huo could distinctly perceive, that as soon as his words fell, the surrounding air suddenly thinned, puzzled, he saw Cui Yun casting a chilling glance, startling him.
"What... what's wrong?"
Cui Yun had a face that screamed 'strangers not welcome', still carrying his usual indifferent demeanor, standing with his hands behind his back, his brows filled with an aristocratic aloofness.
"Princely Heir speaks eloquently; I am impressed."
The complimented Ji Huo felt a bit floated: "You actually said something reasonable for once. It's not that I am bragging, but doesn't everyone have their strengths?"
"If I hadn't been reluctant to study, I would have outdone you long ago."
"Speaking of studying, it reminds me of Mr. Mo from the Imperial College. All show, no substance—his legitimate wife had barely been gone for half a month, and he married her younger sister using the excuse of needing someone to care for his young son."
What!
Shen Hua's eyes widened.
