The disturbance outside brought joy to Shen Hua's heart and soul, and she hadn't vomited blood for several days.
And the number of people going to Juchao Pavilion had visibly decreased rapidly, its reputation shattered, with Shen Qu's infamy spreading far and wide.
The sky was gloomy, and large raindrops fell straight down, the wicked wind crazily whipping the branches outside the courtyard. In a moment, the ground was moist.
The Imperial Concubine Chair in the schoolroom was empty at the moment, Shen Hua propped up the window, resting her chin on her hands.
Inside the room, Cui Rong was reading the "Three Character Classic" in a childish voice, outside the howling wind accompanied by the sudden rain cried out, yet they were oddly harmonious.
"Since Miss Shen has come, why not practice some calligraphy?"
The teacher, seeing that she was truly idle, couldn't help but speak.
