Fang Yue didn't know it yet, but a certain young woman was now holding a grudge against him.
He had already eaten breakfast and was preparing to head back to the inn.
Just then, two beautiful young women were walking toward him from a distance.
"Shu, today's literary gathering was organized by Master Wen. I heard that the great scholar who wrote *Nostalgia* will be there too."
One of them, a girl with her hair in a bun and a round, charmingly naive face, said, looking up at her companion.
"What? You're saying that Liu the Great Scholar, the one who wrote 'A bright moon before my bed,' will be there?"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I didn't even change my clothes today. I can't go looking like this, can I?"
Zhang Shu, who had been strolling along leisurely, instantly grew anxious upon hearing the girl's words.
