Sang Rui's face darkened. 'What perfect timing.'
"Seventh Prince, call them off," Zhang Fuzi said gravely.
Sang Rui ignored him. 'Since Zhang Fuzi has no regard for the academy's rules, then I don't need to follow them either.'
"If you do not stop now, Seventh Prince, I will report this matter to the Emperor."
"You're clearly biased. Go ahead and tell my Father Emperor—I'm not afraid. You were the one who broke the rules first. I was merely following your example. When it comes down to it, this is all your fault," Sang Rui retorted, feeling no guilt whatsoever.
"Ngh... cough..."
A guard held Ye Qianning suspended in the air.
She was rather chubby, and her spring clothes weren't very thick. The guard held her by the scruff of her clothes, the fabric digging in and causing her immense discomfort.
"Little Fatty?"
Sang Zhi cried out in shock, then turned to the guard. "Let her go! Now!"
"Miss Xiang?"
