The two approached Gu Jiao.
Seeing that Gu Jiao was acquainted with Mu Qingchen, and both were wearing Tianqiong Academy's uniforms, the crowd looked unsurprisingly astonished.
A scholar said, "I told you it was Young Master Qingchen, right? Only his articles could catch Elder Yang's eye."
In the second-floor private room, Elder Yang was kneeling on a cushion, several fresh eight-legged essays collected from the Grand Hall laid out on the desk before him.
Sitting opposite Elder Yang was a refined middle-aged man.
"Elder, you've read them several times already," the middle-aged man said with a smile. "Are they really that stunning?"
Elder Yang stroked his beard and said, "Since Prince Jing, I haven't seen such outstanding talent and brilliant writing."
"Nowadays he is the Duke of An," the middle-aged man chuckled. "Comparing someone with the Duke is quite high praise, don't you think? Who exactly is it?"
