Time swiftly brought the day of rest for the Ministry of Rites, and Zhulan knew as soon as she woke up that Chang Zhi had been holed up with Chang Yi in the study since early morning.
Zhulan was even more pleased; Chang Yi's entry into officialdom had been exceedingly smooth, and his luck extraordinarily good. However, it was precisely because everything had gone too smoothly that he had become somewhat impetuous. She gestured for the old maid Song to send some soup over, believing that in the winter, with all the braziers around, it was better to drink more soup.
The old maid Song quickly returned. "The Fourth Master is instructing the Second Master. In my view, the Second Master has written quite a bit."
Zhulan's eyes curved with a smile. "The Second's mind has been restless ever since his two missions as an ambassador. Finally, it has calmed."
