Wen Kexing asked, “Do you find him nice?”

Gu Xiang had the feeling that those eyes were gazing straight at her soul. Suddenly, an odd emotion welled up in her, and she thought, was Cao Weining nice? She recalled that person telling her, “what if you’re wrong, what if…you realised it in the future? I’m worried that you’ll feel troubled over this.” with a serious expression, recalled him hiking up his long sword with great effort to parry that couple of old demons and keep them at bay at all costs, whipping his head back at the moment of crisis. Those words, “Take him away first, hurry!”

Gu Xiang suddenly recalled that before this, no one had ever said things like letting her be the first to leave. Without knowing why, the edges of her eyes reddened, and she nodded sullenly, but only said, “Cao-dage is quite nice, he knows how to talk to people well, and he’s educated…”

Wen Kexing chuckled soundlessly, “Yes, he’s the only person who can utter something like ‘be utterly ignorant as you sleep like the dead in spring’.”

Gu Xiang could tell that he appeared to be saying something sarcastic, and actively defended, “‘Weary in the spring, exhausted in the autumn, and nap in the summer’; everyone gets sleepy during springtime, don’t they sleep like the dead and are unable to wake? The way I see it, what Cao-dage says is reasonable. His words aren’t only just a bit better than those bookworms who only talk of ‘the scent of chrysanthemum comes from the bitter cold’, they’re a lot better.”

With a mischievous air, Wen Kexing looked at this slightly-blushing young girl, and nodded. “Sure, let’s go rescue him then.”

Gu Xiang was taken aback. “Huh? Didn’t that Lord Seventh say just now that…”

Wen Kexing interrupted her loudly, “If I want to save someone, then I’ll save them, and if I want to kill someone, then I’ll kill them. I’ll do as I like, and I’ll see who in the world dares to block my path. Why prattle about so much? As a shabby, destitute pretty boy scholar[8], he doesn’t know anything! A-Xu, are you coming with?”

Zhou Zishu smiled. “I wouldn’t dare not to.”

The corner of Wen Kexing’s mouth lifted slightly, but his brows were still drawn together, inexplicably giving off an air of killer frostiness. This made his face, on which the mask was stuck, look rather frightening, as he said, “Alright, A-Xiang, whoever you’re willing to rescue, just go and rescue them. I will naturally accompany you in stirring up a great ruckus.”