Yan Zisheng stood at the courtyard gate, watching Song Zhiyuan leave until he was out of sight, then turned to return inside.
"Young Master, what did the Prime Minister say when he came looking for you?" the attendant student Shanhe asked with a smiling face.
Yan Zisheng replied, "He just came for a casual visit, but sir commented on my essay, which left me enlightened with much insight. I must rewrite my policy essay afterward."
"The Prime Minister treats you the best and has the highest regard for you," Shanhe said cheerfully, then whispered, "I was thinking, might the Prime Minister want to arrange a match for you, maybe with the Second Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion..."
"Silence." Yan Zisheng reprimanded him, scolding, "Your mouth runs unchecked, daring to say anything. What if this brings trouble? If you keep acting like this, without a lock on your tongue, you can return to your hometown; I have no need for your service here."
