Although the snow had stopped, the ground was still covered with thick snow, like a layer of soft cotton.
The wind swept past the treetops, shaking off some snow dust like jade fragments, hitting Yao Ru's cheeks, chilling to the bone.
Seeing this, Ying Zhi wanted to hold an umbrella for her.
But Yao Ru took three steps back, gathered her cloak, and her expression was indifferent.
"What exactly does the Second Prince want?"
"The men and women in the Imperial College are taught separately, separated by high walls. Though the gates face each other, they cannot connect, not even the wind can cross paths. It is the sage's teaching, to prevent minor misdeeds from growing."
"Your repeated visits are really inappropriate."
In the past, Yao Ru considered the teachings of the Yao Family and her parents, so her words were more tactful.
