Although not his own student, he was still his grandnephew, so Zhao Chen, relying on his elder status, scolded Zhao Hanzhang harshly and drove her out of the courtyard.
Zhao Hanzhang stumbled out of the courtyard looking disheveled, patted her chest, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Eleventh Ancestor did not bring up the matter of copying books again.
Zhao Hanzhang automatically brushed this aside, thinking that men of this age are indeed quite irritable.
Zhao Hanzhang wandered out the door, remembering that everyone was in the garden attending the banquet, and realized that there was no one she could really seek out.
After some thought, she simply asked someone to bring her a package of malt candy, and she headed toward the village below the Wu Castle with it in hand.
Zhao's Fortress encircled the village where the Zhao family lived, and slowly developed into spacious streets that made it resemble a city with tall walls.
