The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1318

Chapter 1318: 643 taels two more_3

A group of people talked convincingly, repeatedly insisting that Xiao Liulang truly had been with everyone last night.

Slip-ups... were impossible. If they couldn’t even make up a story, what would these literary students be doing writing policy essays and crafting eight-legged essays?

You can’t beat me in a fight, and you can’t beat me in making up stories either?

The students of Wuyue Academy were collectively stunned.

Director Wu became infuriated with embarrassment, "You all must have conspired! Of course, you’d cover for a student from your own academy!"

Zhou Tong, with one hand behind his back, spoke calmly, "If our testimonies align, it’s collusion, but what do you call all of you throwing mud at our academy together? So, your testimony is valid, but ours is not?"

"How about this? Let’s report it to the officials and have the Official Government decide. Let the world see how a new student from Tianqiong Academy single-handedly beat so many Wuju students from Wuyue Academy into a state of disarray."

"Director Cen, let’s start a Wuju class. This is a great opportunity for Tianqiong Academy to make a name for itself. After all, the illustrious Wuju Academy has taught its students for several years, and yet they can’t compare to our martial arts master’s three days’ worth of teaching a new student!" _{freёweɓnovel.com}

The mouths of these literary students were truly sharper than the last, each sentence hitting the mark.

Director Wu’s face turned from green to red.

Plainly speaking, they couldn’t afford to make a big fuss and lose face.

By now, he already regretted coming here on impulse to seek an explanation. Wasn’t this just bringing shame upon himself?

In the end, the people from Wuyue Academy left without gaining any satisfactory explanations, their anger simmering, grinding their teeth and leaving with faces as dark as thunder.

However, just before leaving, Director Wu from Wuyue Academy stopped in his tracks, turned back, and coldly glanced at Gu Jiao, whether speaking to her or to everyone from Tianqiong Academy, he said, "Do you really think this matter ends here? You might not know that Luo Qin’s father is the vice-general of the Nangong Family! Our academy might let this go, but the Nangong Family—"

"The matters of the Nangong Family need not trouble Director Wu."

A deep and clear voice calmly rose from outside the door.

Everyone looked towards the source of the voice, only to see Mu Qingchen, dressed in the blue and white uniform of the academy, calmly walking over.

"Mu Qingchen?" Director Wu frowned.

Mu Qingchen bowed to Director Cen and stepped into the room, coming to a stop beside Gu Jiao, "Xiao Liulang is a student of Tianqiong Academy. Please trouble Director Wu to pass along to Luo Qin that I, Mu Qingchen, have yet to take a vice-general of the Nangong Family seriously!"

At these words, everyone felt a jolt in their hearts!

Mu Qingchen, the foremost of the four great young masters of Shengdu, came from the ninth-ranked Su Family on his father’s side and the fifth-ranked Mu Family on his mother’s side, while his maternal grandmother was from the third-ranked Wang Family.

The Xuanyuan Family’s military power was divided among four families: Nangong, Han, Wang, and Mu.

This showed just how esteemed Mu Qingchen’s identity was.

Director Wu didn’t say another word and left with a heavy face.

"Director, we will also take our leave," Mu Qingchen said to Director Cen.

"Hold on!" Director Cen stopped all the students of Mingxin Hall except for Mu Qingchen, "Go back and copy the ’Analects of Confucius’, not a single word less!"

The kids lied so blatantly, did they think he couldn’t tell?

Director Cen then turned to Gu Jiao, "And you, Xiao Liulang, this will be recorded as a demerit!"

If he didn’t record a demerit, who’s to say they wouldn’t dare to fight again?

...

Having left the office, the morning classes were also over.

"Shall we have lunch?" Mu Qingchen asked.

Thinking about receiving another demerit, Gu Jiao felt a little dejected, but she still had to eat.