“Do you know why mister did such a thing, Qingyou? Is he actually planning to become an official?”0

At the Jixia Academy, Ye Qing and Feng Qingyou were strolling on a small, shaded path. A drizzle was falling from the sky and forming what looked like a thin curtain of water encompassing the mountains and the buildings. It looked like an inkwash painting, beautiful and meaningful.0

“I doubt so. The Chief Libationist’s ambition and heart have never laid in the court, and it probably never will.” Feng Qingyou answered after thinking for a moment, “So, he’s probably doing this for some other reason.”2

“And what is this reason, exactly?” Ye Qing mused out loud. “Is it to support the new emperor’s reign? Scare the cunning and treacherous? Intimidate the three empires?”0

Feng Qingyou smiled. “It could be all of them.”0

Ye Qing shrugged noncommittally before changing the subject, “I did not think that the Chief Libationist’s...0