Many forms and styles?
Eccentric.
"Daoist Zhuge, are you really planning to go to the Imperial Academy?"
The next day, Zhu Qianyun, who had just emerged from seclusion, walked out of her room in a daze. Before she even had a chance to look for Tang Wan to recharge her energy, she learned from Zhuge Qing's words the dreadful news that they had to go back to school. And then, a greater horror was revealed.
Zhuge Qing was going to the Imperial Academy too.
"Me?"
Pointing to herself, Zhuge Qing pondered for a moment and then nodded, "It seems so, at least that is what Young Master Zhou intends for me to do at the Imperial Academy."
"This..."
An awkward expression appeared on Zhu Qianyun's face.
"Hmm?"
Zhuge Qing was somewhat puzzled.
"It's just that, the Imperial Academy of Beiliang, might be, somewhat different from what the Daoist imagines..."
