However, Xie Qiao felt bad for bullying Xiao Yurong like this.
He was the most talented person among the younger generation. To be honest, she might not be able to surpass Xiao Yurong if they were to compete in literature.
The things she learned were complicated, and her energy was limited. Her calligraphy, painting, and carving skills were good indeed, and her poems and songs were passable. However, if she were to take the imperial examination, she would definitely not be able to compete with Xiao Yurong.
Now, Xiao Yurong had left.
"Are scholars usually so single-minded?" Xie Qiao could not help but mutter.
"Senior Brother Xiao is indeed a little naive. He has been obsessed with teaching the disciples of the academy all these years. In other aspects, he has always been a little inadequate." Zhao Xuanjing looked at Xiao Yurong's back and was in deep thoughts.
He did not know how long Xie Qiao's identity would be hidden.
