"Mm."
Zhao Lingfei narrowed her eyes in response, then reached out to touch the exterior of the food container.
Qingjing swayed on the swing beside the teardrop-shaped mole on her left cheek.
Before long, the two of them entered Nanxuan Academy, chatting and laughing along the way.
On the road, Zhao Lingfei attracted the attention of many Academy students and scholars; however, they were all Confucian scholars cultivated in propriety, and with Li Jinsu leading the way, no one behaved disrespectfully or stepped out of bounds.
"Over there is Ziyu's residence; his roommate is Jia Tengying, both from Shuaixing Hall. They live together in harmony. That courtyard is called East Fence Small House. I remember Ziyu telling me about it when I last came to visit," Li Jinsu pointed to a quiet courtyard not far away.
Zhao Lingfei nodded, directing her gaze toward the courtyard, and with her keen hearing and sight, she noticed that it was eerily quiet, without any sounds coming from within.