By the time the crowd dispersed, the two had more or less finished learning their little dialect. Pan Yun waved a hand, and the Imperial Guards went up to the roof and hauled Luo Yu down.
Seeing that his Master had not moved, Zhu Jianji remained seated obediently. He even found himself homework to do. "Master, this man cannot be employed."
Pan Yun raised a brow. "Oh?"
Zhu Jianji said, "His Hall of Impressions is narrow and sunken, marked by stray lines. It shows a narrow heart, suspicious and paranoid nature. His words and conduct also reveal the clues. He is a petty man."
Pan Yun asked, "Anything else?"
After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Jianji said, "I also saw that his Career Palace differs from Lord Xue's, the two standing at opposite extremes. You once said that although Lord Xue had no ambition, he possessed compassion and excelled at open schemes. Thus, so long as he encountered an enlightened ruler, his future would be boundless. Luo Yu's Career Palace is the exact opposite of Lord Xue's. Does that mean he has great ambition but no compassion, and favors underhanded plots?"
Pan Yun lifted her brows, her face full of amazement. "If you do not become Crown Prince, you could become a Daoist instead. You could make a living reading faces."
Zhu Jianji's eyes lit up. "Master, was I right?"
"You were right, but your conclusion was wrong."
"Hm?" Zhu Jianji's eyes were crystal clear, his face full of confusion.
Pan Yun said, "Who said petty men cannot be employed? You are to be ruler and subject, not friends."
"But the Memorial on Sending Out the Troops warns rulers to draw close to worthy ministers and keep petty men at a distance. The Grand Tutors often admonish me the same