Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Old Man Ba?
Mr Lu shot up from his chair and grabbed Feng Wu by her wrist. “Old Man Ba? Which Old Man Ba?”
Feng Wu looked at him innocently. “You haven’t heard of Old Man Ba? But the guy said that he was pretty well-known in the imperial capital. Was he just bragging, then?”
“You mean Ba Yi?” Mr Lu cried out in surprise.
“I have no idea. Old Man Ba never told us his real name; he was only Master Ba, Doctor Ba, or Miracle Ba to us…”
Mr Lu was exasperated and reached out with a hand. “Give me that letter!”
Feng Wu glanced at him unhurriedly. I thought you didn’t want to read it no matter what.
Mr Lu couldn’t wait any longer and snatched the letter from Feng Wu.
He saw the words on the envelope.
“For Lu the Third’s eyes only.”
Yes! That was the man’s handwriting!
Mr Lu tore the envelope open in a hurry.
In it was a thick stack of papers — not the money he had assumed it was.
It took Mr Lu as long as 15 minutes to finish reading the long letter.
Afterwards, Mr Lu sat dazed in his chair and was lost in thought.
Chaoge stared at Mr Lu in bewilderment, then poked Feng Wu with a finger.
“Xiao Wu… What’s going on with Mr Lu?”
He looked so sad.
Stirred by Chaoge’s voice, Mr Lu looked at Feng Wu and felt as if he had woken up in another world.
“Little Feng Wu, did you say that you were going to apply for the martial arts department?”
“Yes.” Feng Wu nodded.
Mr Lu narrowed his eyes and looked conflicted.
“You do realize that insisting on getting into the martial arts department isn’t going to do you any good?” Mr Lu said earnestly.
Feng Wu smiled and said proudly, “I know what I’m doing.”
Mr Lu nodded. Despite her young age, she gave Mr Lu the feeling that he was talking to an adult. What was more, she was more level-headed than a lot of adults he knew.
The majority of that long letter talked about how amazing Feng Wu was.
She was smart, hardworking, talented, and so on… Mr Lu almost frowned. Wasn’t that a bit too exaggerated?
“If that’s the case… well —”
Mr Lu was going to grant Feng Wu her wish.
Chaoge almost jumped to her feet in excitement when all of a sudden —
That young servant came in hastily and whispered something in Mr Lu’s ear.
Mr Lu looked confused, but rose to his feet anyway.
He then turned to Feng Wu and Chaoge. “Xiao Wu, how about you take your friend inside and find a book to read?”
Feng Wu realized that he was receiving a distinguished guest.
“No problem.”
As soon as Feng Wu and Chaoge went into the study, footsteps came from outside.
“Mr Lu —”
Feng Wu found that voice rather familiar. She had heard it somewhere before.
Mr Lu greeted the man with a nod. “General Chang, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
General Chang?
As in Chang San, who worked for Jun Linyuan?
Chang San smiled. “Mr Lu, you flatter me. I’m here to bring a message from His Royal Highness.”
“Of course.”
Chang San smiled. “His Royal Highness said that if a Miss Feng Wu comes here to ask for your help, please turn her down.”
Mr Lu’s pupils contracted and he stared at Chang San.
As the principal of Imperial College, Mr Lu was only below the emperor in status, and he was roughly on the same level as the crown prince…
