In the Gao Manor, Gao Yuan, who had been "lying sick" for many days, returned to the Directorate again. The official and academic matters that he had left behind had piled up into a mountain, and Gao Yuan had no choice but to deal with them at home.
The weather was good today, so Gao Yuan placed the tables under the peach tree in the garden.
The peach blossoms bloomed, each one beautiful and moving.
Gao Yuanzhen sat on the cushion and picked up his pen to review the essays of the new supervisory students.
"Young people nowadays really don't like to study anymore. They're much inferior to us back then." Gao Yuan shook his head as he reviewed.
The butler at the side said, "When Master entered the directorate, you entered with your own abilities. Now, many of the students are 'stuffed' in."
