Inside the Imperial College.
"Ahem." After taking his seat, Zeng Anmin distinctly sensed that something was off about the atmosphere around him.
Qin Wanyue kept her head down, reading. The copy of "The Book of Yi" in her hands had been thumbed through so many times that the pages were slightly wrinkled. Behind them, the Little Fatty Crown Prince and Liu Xian both had their arms crossed, giving him very strange looks.
Baffled, Zeng Anmin sat down. However, unlike before, the moment he took his seat, Qin Wanyue subconsciously shifted inward, putting a slight distance between them. Even this tiny movement was enough for the perceptive Zeng Anmin to realize something was wrong.
"Wanyue?" Zeng Anmin called out to her tentatively.
"Mhm," her voice was flat. She didn't turn her head. Her eyes remained glued to her book as if she were trying to extract some profound secret from "The Book of Yi".
Something was wrong! Very, very wrong!
