Noticing her gaze, Pei Huaiyu lifted his eyes. In the moment their gazes met, Ruan Jiaojiao caught a flicker of imperceptible tenderness in his bottomless eyes.
"It seems the scholars at this Imperial College have far too much erudition, using it all to gossip about other people’s domestic affairs," Pei Huaiyu said, his gait steady as he walked past Master Lin, who was kneeling on the ground. He looked directly at Lin Zizhou, who had lost all backbone and was already shaking with terror. "And you. Given your aptitude, if not for your father’s meritorious service in suppressing the rebellion years ago, do you truly think you would have had the opportunity to enter the Imperial College based on your own meager abilities? Yet, you dared to wantonly slander my wife and nearly caused the death of my son..."
"My Lord, Zizhou is only ten years old..."
Chapter 47