"Have you thought of something?"
In Xiuwen Pavilion, Mo Chou didn't know when she had walked over and sat beside Zhao Douan, staring at him with curiosity and inquiring.
Zhao Douan was yanked from his reverie, subconsciously closing the documents he was holding, and said in surprise, "Why are you coming so close?"
Mo Chou declared righteously, "I'm not good at these things, and I can't help."
Although she followed the Third Imperial Princess to attend classes in the palace school, saintly knowledge was of no use to her. She only had a rudimentary understanding, and now she had returned it all to the teachers.
"Oh, what a coincidence, I'm not good at it either."
Zhao Douan pointed at the documents with his finger, smiling as he said,
"What this Mr. Zhengyang has said seems to make a lot of sense, with various references to classics."
Mo Chou exhaled and pressed her finger to the center of her forehead where the "plum blossom makeup" was, sighing,
