The wind rustled softly, faint strains of music could be heard.
The six arts of a gentleman, among them music, were also courses at Huaqing Academy.
Yu Tingwan's eyes trembled slightly, yet she remained silent.
Perhaps there was some stirring within her, but not much. More so, it felt like listening to someone else's story, filled with surprise.
The surprise was that there were many who wanted the Crown Prince dead...
If only Gu Fuju had come to her when trouble befell the Yu Family, told her these things, and taken her back to the Gu Family, perhaps things would have been different.
But now she was eighteen.
The suffering she endured was already enough.
When she was helpless, the Gu Family was not there.
When she cried in anguish, curled up somewhere, the Gu Family was not there either.
