He had actually hit the nail on the head; Zhao Jing had truly soared into the skies!
If placing first in all six imperial examinations had made his name widely known, then this triumphant return from his journey to the Western Regions had turned Zhao Jing into a household name, known to every woman and child. And this great figure—who had already achieved world renown at the young age of twenty-one—was taught by none other than him, Yin Xichen. In the future, when Zhao Jing passed away and was enshrined in the Merit Hall, Yin Xichen's own name would get to share in a bit of the incense offerings and eternal glory.
The more Yin Xichen looked at Zhao Jing, the more satisfied he felt. But when he shifted his gaze to De'an beside him, his dissatisfaction only grew.
He gave the man a light kick. "You're Mr. Xu's own grandson, for crying out loud. How did you end up like this?"
