Yet within those brief two sentences, an indistinct and ineffable atmosphere permeated between the two men.
Especially Yuan Yunzhong, whose indifference carried hints of estrangement, giving off the impression that he was not keen on interacting much with the Dignified County Magistrate.
Song Jiyun's gaze flitted back and forth between the two.
Could it be that they had known each other before?
Her voice, clear and melodious as the song of a oriole, lightly laughed a few times and said, "Although I harbor the grand aspiration to start the clan school, where should the academy be located? Which teachers should we invite? Should we buy land for the school or rely on clan funding? I am ignorant of these matters; everything depends on Young Master Yuan's guidance. Without Young Master Yuan, the Song Clan's academy could not have been established!"
Whether her words were true or false, everyone heard a tone of support in them.
It also broke the tension between the two men.
