"What's there to talk about?" Zhao Jing hurried over to her. "What took you so long?"
"It wasn't long, I just said a few words. It's getting late, let's hurry to the county seat, so Mother doesn't see we still haven't left and start to worry."
"Get on the ox cart, Wanqing. Once you're settled, we'll head out."
Acting as if no one else was around, they exchanged a few quiet remarks: "It's so cold," "There's still unmelted snow on the road," and "We have to be careful traveling."
Every word and every phrase was warm and sweet, as if they were deliberately flaunting their love. It made Chen Wanyue so furious her eyes went red.
After the ox cart departed, Chen Wanyue couldn't stomach it. She ran a few steps after it. "Zhao Jing, what are you so smug about? If you've got what it takes, come back as the top scorer. Hah! Top scorer, my foot! It's debatable if you can even become a Scholar, let alone the top scorer. I'm waiting to see you make a fool of yourself."
