Seeing Yan Zisheng's handsome face turn pale with fright, Song Zhiyuan touched his nose — was he that scary?
He coughed and said, "Changsheng, there's no need to be afraid. We're just having a casual chat."
Yan Zisheng awkwardly smiled, "Prime Minister, this student is not afraid."
Song Zhiyuan glanced at his feet, "Is that so? Then why did you step back so far?"
Yan Zisheng: "..."
"Tell me, what are your thoughts on your future wife? You're nineteen now, and in a couple of months, you'll participate in the autumn exam. With your literary talent, passing the exam should be no problem."
Joy surged in Yan Zisheng's heart, and he suppressed his happiness, humbly saying, "This student will not disappoint the Prime Minister's expectations."
