Ministry of Rites, Chang Yi saw off wave after wave of congratulations, yet the smile on his face never faltered, as he grinned foolishly, delighted to finally be public, feeling distinctly different.
Chang Yi felt it particularly acutely; when he first joined the Ministry of Rites, these people were jealous and looked down on him. Once he had accomplishments and had secured his footing, his colleagues still hardly concealed their disdain. He accepted it, for he wasn't a product of the imperial examinations, but now, there was envy, the scorn was gone, and they treated him with more caution.
Sitting in his chair, Chang Yi sipped tea cheerily, turning his head to see Mr. Gu looking at him complexly, "Mr. Gu?"
Honestly, if it weren't because Liufeng was his future son-in-law, he wouldn't have sought Mr. Gu when he was assigned this task, for whoever he picked to accompany him would simply be gaining unearned credit.
