Tutor Zhang: "...Absolutely not. Your Highness, since the bet has been made, there's no logic in calling it off."
Minister Qian: "Your Highness, I believe you need not go easy on her because of her age."
Sang Qi: "..."
Sang Zhi: "..."
Ye Qianning: "..."
Qian Zhuye: "...Does my uncle have a grudge against you?"
Ye Qianning: "We've had some run-ins."
"Oh... Well, be careful then. Don't let my uncle set you up," Qian Zhuye warned.
Sang Qi was mortified. 'This bunch... they're simply outrageous!'
"Sigh!" Tutor Song's head was throbbing. He couldn't afford to offend either side. He shuffled closer to Tutor Zhang. "Tutor Zhang, the academy prohibits large gatherings. This competition involves the Crown Prince and the Dean's personal disciple. The academy and the royal family have always been on good terms. It won't look good if word gets out that they're causing a scene."
