After Jing Zi "hastily fled," Zhao Rong patted his sleeves and, ignoring the gazes of the others, nonchalantly returned to his original spot to continue waiting outside the door.
However, having waited all day, he achieved nothing.
But Zhao Rong was already prepared for a struggle, so he was not in a hurry, unwilling to go to Qinglian Inn on Wutong Street in East City to wait for Qing Jun or to entrust the message from the Great Chu State Preceptor to someone else, unless absolutely necessary or if it took too much time.
Thinking thus, Zhao Rong packed up his belongings in the evening twilight but did not leave immediately.
He waited a while, and after most of the scholars had left, Zhao Rong once again took out paper, ink, brush, and inkstone and bowed his head to write a couplet.
He ascended the steps and walked to the tightly shut wooden door, carefully affixing the couplet.
