The chubby little girl from the Li Clan paused, then continued to close her eyes and make a wish: "…I hope the Empress can glare at someone to death."
Zhao Rong couldn't help himself and interjected, "Glare at someone to death? What does that mean?"
"You don't even know this? And you call yourself a scholar." The chubby little girl from the Li Clan shook her head, sighed with an old-fashioned air.
Zhao Rong opened his mouth, then closed it, looked at her, and nodded with an open mind.
The chubby little girl from the Li Clan crossed her arms, beamed with satisfaction, and said, "Alright, seeing how humble you are, let me teach you..."
Humble? Did you mean open-minded?
By the way, can you stop coming up with nonsense, Li sister? Try thinking like a normal person...
The young Confucian scholar's eye twitched, but he quickly held back and listened to what she had to say.
