Hanlin Academy, Rongchuan wasn't too busy these days and was meticulously editing historical texts. This was a job requiring attention to detail, and Rongchuan had the tenacity to immerse himself without finding it tedious.
"Rongchuan, Scholar Shen Yang is looking for you."
Rongchuan put down his pen and looked towards the doorway, where Shen Yang was standing. He rose to his feet and thanked another editor.
Rongchuan frowned slightly as he left the room, "What do you need from me?"
Shen Yang felt a strong urge to turn back, but remembering his nearly empty purse, he said, "I heard you want to buy a house, and it so happens I'm selling one. Would you like to take a look?"
Rongchuan wasn't interested in buying a house anymore, "No, thank you."
