Pan Yun flashed him a smile, grabbed Zhu Jianji, and leapt down from the roof.
Xue Shao hurriedly bowed respectfully to Zhu Jianji. "Your Highness, the Crown Prince."
Zhu Jianji quickly returned the salute. "Lord Xue, my teacher and I are traveling here. If our presence causes any inconvenience, please speak plainly."
Pan Yun said, "And if he does, will you leave?"
Zhu Jianji's face turned solemn. "I will learn of their hardships, but I will not leave."
Pan Yun smiled at Xue Shao.
Xue Shao looked helpless as he stepped aside and invited them forward. "It is Heilongjiang's good fortune that the Imperial Preceptor and Your Highness have come."
He only wished they could stay longer, help him uncover more problems, and think of more ways to govern this place.
Only Xue Shao would have such thoughts. Other local officials did not possess such breadth of heart or courage. Zhu Jianji was just about to smile when he turned around and saw his teacher casually hand him a handkerchief. Xue Shao naturally accepted it and wiped his face.
Zhu Jianji stared blankly. When Xue Shao suddenly turned to look at him, he blurted out, "I thought Lord Xue had already let the spit dry on his face..."
Zhu Jianji's expression changed slightly, and he wished he could cover his own mouth. What had he just said?
As the Crown Prince, how could he say such a thing to an important Imperial Court minister?
Yet Xue Shao seemed not to take it to heart. He smiled at him and said, "Wiping it once with a handkerchief makes it dry faster."
Xue Shao invited them to sit at the Provincial Administration Commission. "Where are you staying? Do you need me to arrange accommodations?"
"Sure," Pan Yun agreed at once. "I see