Jing Li didn't reply.

During this period, many people in the city were curious about who Zhao Li was.

There were many scholars in the capital, and writing a storybook was not difficult. Anyone who could read and write could try. Trying to find Zhao Li's true identity was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But there are clues.

In a place like the capital, writers of storybooks usually don't hide their true identities. In other storybooks, the author would include his or her name and address at the end of the article to make it easier for others to find him or her.

After all, in this era, there are many people who are talented but not recognized, and they will not give up any opportunity.

But Mr. Zhao Li never left any identifying information. Even when the whole city was looking for him and imposters were emerging one after another, he did not show up or say a word.

There is only one possibility.

He doesn't want, or rather, he disdains, to be famous for this.

In this way, the scope is narrowed down to those already prestigious scholars in the capital city.

As for why he was misunderstood as Qin Zhao, it could probably only be related to the handwriting Qin Zhao wrote on the cover of his book.

Jing Li was still thinking to himself. Seeing that he wasn't as surprised as he'd expected, Ah Zi asked in confusion, "Why aren't you surprised at all? You haven't read Zhao Li's book, have you? 'Dream Talk Notes' is quite interesting!"

"I... I've read it." Jing Li was a little embarrassed and took a sip of tea to cover up. "But how can you be sure that Qin Zhao is Zhao Li?"

A Zi: "Isn't this name obvious enough?"

“…”

"Of course it's not that simple." Before Jing Li could question him, Ah Zi continued, "But I can't tell you the specific reason. My uncle won't let me."

Jing Li fell silent again.

Even so, the boy had never been wary of him. Jing Li had no doubt that if he continued to ask, the boy would reveal all his secrets to him.

However, Jing Li had no intention of prying into the other party's privacy. He was only concerned about Qin Zhao.

Jing Li asked: "So it's Zhao Li you're looking for?"

"Yeah." Ah Zi seemed in high spirits when he mentioned this. He took a bite of the pastry and chewed it carefully, his cheek puffing slightly, his eyes sparkling. "I admire him very much."

Admire.

Jing Li repeated the word in a low voice.

He always knew that Qin Zhao had a high reputation in the capital.

Whether it was the status of Xiao Sanyuan or the position of a teacher in the Gu Mansion, it was a position that ordinary people could not even dream of. Moreover, Qin Zhao was still so young and so handsome. If he had not publicly announced that he had no intention of taking a concubine, the people who came to propose marriage would probably have broken down the door of his house.

Jing Li lowered his head, a secret awkwardness rising in his heart: "Yes, he is so powerful, many people in the capital admire him."

Ah Zi didn't notice his strangeness and said with a smile: "But I'm different from them."

"Um?"

"Because I know his secret." Ah Zi blinked at Jing Li, something gleaming in his eyes. "It feels like I'm closer to him than anyone else."

The more Jing Li listened, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He drank the last sip of tea in the cup, picked up the fish cub and stood up: "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do, so I'll leave now."

Ah Zi didn't expect him to leave so suddenly, so she called out, "You haven't told me where you live yet, how am I going to find you later?"

Jing Li pretended not to hear and quickly walked out of the teahouse with the fish cub in his arms.

After taking a few steps, I realized that I was impulsive.

Is it strange to like Qin Zhao? In the capital city, there are so many people who want to get close to Qin Zhao, either openly or secretly. Even Jing Li can't count the number of people who have blocked them for him with both hands.

The young man named A Zi was honest and straightforward, and he didn't seem to have any bad intentions. He was much better than those people who used tricks in secret.

But still...

A little angry.

If I had known earlier, I would not have let Qin Zhao help him write the title of the book. Do you think there are not enough rivals in love in the capital?