That evening, when it was time to rest, Qi Rui entered Anning's room.
He came in with a stern face and said, "Do you know that Wenshao has dropped out of the academy?"
Anning, indifferent, looked up: "I know. I've advised Wenshao before, but he wouldn't listen. He said he doesn't love studying. When I pressed him, he resisted, and after all, he's not my biological son, there's only so much I can do."
Qi Rui's expression then softened a bit.
He sat down and sighed, "After all, he's the son of that maid, far less intelligent and sensible than Wenwei."
Anning's face showed agreement, yet inwardly she was criticizing Qi Rui for blatantly lying.
In truth, Wenshao's background was much better than Wenwei's.
Bai He was the daughter of a fallen scholar, and what was Zhou Zhenniang? The sons she bore couldn't be any good.
After talking for a while, Qi Rui planned to stay the night in her room.
But Anning was unwilling to share a bed with such a scumbag.
