"Mr. Wuqu," Qing Yu and Feng Jiu bowed in respect.
"Meng De, aren't you going to explain?" Wu Qu's face was like an ancient well without ripples, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.
"Did the teacher see it?"
A light breeze swept past, and Wu Qu was silently speechless, eyes deeply fixed on Qing Yu.
A complex and indescribable expression surfaced on Qing Yu's face as he sighed deeply, "Teacher, please forgive me. This student did not intend to conceal the truth. I've made up my mind to support Brother Feng and assist him in ascending to the position of Crown Prince. To do so, I cannot become a Core Scholar of the Academy and drag it into this affair.
The Academy does not prohibit ordinary scholars from involving in politics, hence I concealed this matter."
