"If I were to volunteer myself, Zhenbao, what would your feelings be..."
Atop the tower, Zhao Douan silently criticized in his heart, his expression grave with not a hint of hesitation: "Of course, it's Grandmaster Dong!"
He sneered and looked down with disdain, "That Zhengyang, merely a rustic bumpkin, dares to bark wildly in the Capital relying on his little reputation..."
Xu Zhenguan glanced at him with her beautiful eyes and said, "Speak the truth."
"It's a bit tricky," Zhao Douan said, shedding his arrogant antagonist demeanor and spoke earnestly,
"Although this subject hasn't come into contact with that Zhengyang, if the Mu Prince is willing to bring him to the Capital at great expense, he must be confident."
Xu Zhenguan sighed softly, her hands on the railing showing delicate blue veins on the backs, her face expressing worry:
"When it comes to orthodox learning, the Grandmaster naturally has no fear of this man, but... alas."
