Qi Chan got off the carriage, lifted his eyes to look at the small courtyard before him, and nodded with slight satisfaction.
This Meng Yunzheng, he certainly didn't mistake him, able to enjoy wealth, yet enduring poverty. Such a person should not live a mediocre life, unnoticed.
The Dasu dynasty needs talented people.
Especially since a group of officials was dismissed due to the Second Prince and Gong Qiu incident, the imperial court is in need of people.
Lord Tutor is very worried.
Qi Chan sighed, slightly turned his face, and the attendant beside him stepped forward to knock on the door.
Quite a while later, a hurried footstep sound came from inside, "Coming, coming, what's the rush? I was just grinding medicine, you came back quite early, I thought..."
Zhao Xi opened the courtyard gate, lifted his head, his smile slightly froze. How come it's not Yun and the others?
The attendant at the door nodded at him and stepped aside to reveal Qi Chan behind him.
