The Imperial Capital was clear, and the Palace Academy resumed the riding and archery examination.
A while ago, Wei Ting applied for leave several times because of his injuries. Today, he had also returned to teach and invigilate.
The two of them sat in the Wei family's carriage and headed toward the palace.
Su Xiaoxiao handed Wei Ting an ice cube wrapped in a handkerchief. "That melted. Swap it."
Wei Ting's face darkened. He changed the ice and continued to apply it to his forehead.
"Apply it on your nose too," Su Xiaoxiao stammered.
Wei Ting said coldly, "Laugh if you want."
"Why would I want to laugh? My heart aches," Su Xiaoxiao said as she took out her handkerchief and covered her mouth. "Wuwuwuwu…"
Wei Ting was speechless.
He really did not expect that when he stood at the door and was about to open the door for her, this girl would push him into the wall as if she was rushing to the battlefield.
