"Ziyu, has the old woman been swayed by us? Letting go of past grievances?"
At noon, atop the Sacrificial Moon Mountain, after Meng Zhengjun left, Gu Yiwu and the fellow students were astonished for a moment, then, as if realizing something, turned to the young Confucian scholar beside him, who was frowning in silence, and asked curiously.
Zhao Rong gently shook his head, "Perhaps."
Gu Yiwu scratched the back of his head, smiling as he remarked:
"Ziyu, it must be our excellence that swayed her, made her realize how wrong she was to deliberately make things difficult for us, letting go of prejudice and rigidity. The old woman... no, Teacher Meng, must be feeling guilty, judging by how hurriedly she left."
Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.
Are you doing a reading comprehension... he inwardly complained.
But speaking of 'doing a reading comprehension', his previous guess seemed like a reading comprehension exercise too...
