Silence, silence is the Imperial College by day.
The woman in red was named Zhao Ying'er, her father Zhao Aotian was a newly promoted first-rank official in the court, deeply favored by the Emperor, and was at the height of his glory.
Even Pan Jiaojiao, the only daughter of Prince Jing, who always held her head high, accepted her into her small circle for her father's sake.
Whenever she saw something she wanted, or found something displeasing, all it took was one sentence: My father is Zhao Aotian, and that would solve the problem.
There had never been an exception.
Until just now.
Zhao Ying'er encountered for the first time someone daring to compete with her father's influence, and was momentarily nervous. She pondered carefully about which high-ranking official Shen Yuanxing might be. The name was so familiar, yet she couldn't recall it.
