When the three of them arrived at the front, they happened to see Mr. Zhuang standing at the door watching the Crown Prince walk away.
The three of them immediately stepped forward.
Mr. Zhuang saw them and smiled slightly, waving his hand, "Come in."
The small classroom was still warm, with some charcoal left in the brazier. Mr. Zhuang pulled out some new tea cups, about to pour tea for them when Bai Shan hurriedly stepped forward to take over.
Mr. Zhuang simply let the three of them handle it. He sat down on the mat, and after they all sat cross-legged, he asked, "It's almost time for dinner, isn't it? Aren't you going to eat?"
Manbao chuckled and said, "After consulting with you, sir, we'll go to eat after escorting you out of the palace."
Mr. Zhuang smiled and nodded, "Ask any questions you have."
Manbao asked, "… Sir, why is Director Xiao pretending to be ill? He could easily use my outline. If he feels it's not well-written, I wouldn't mind ghostwriting for my superior."
