Chen Yi naturally knew Wang Ji was not merely being polite.
After his visit to Guiyun Academy the day before yesterday, the discussions among Shuzhou City's scholars had long reached his ears.
Had he not claimed illness and remained at home, refusing visitors, Chunhe Garden would have been packed to the brim already.
Even so, quite a few people from Aristocratic Families who believed they could speak to the Xiao Family had gone in an unending stream to Qingjing Residence and Jiaxing Garden.
Chen Yi knew all of this.
It was not because his Cultivation Base had risen and his hearing had improved.
It was because of Xiao Die, this little "know-it-all."
He did not know whether she simply had excellent connections, but during the few times she left Chunhe Garden each day, she always returned with several bits of news.
Which family's master, what former office he had held, had gone to see Old Master.
Which family's madam and Miss had gone to Jiaxing Garden as guests, and so on.
And over these past two days, Xiao Wan'er would also come by to speak with him.
When she came in the morning, she would bring a bowl of ginger tea and have him drink it while it was hot.
If she came in the evening, she would arrange dinner in Chunhe Garden.
Then, during the meal, she would talk about whom she had met that day, what several of them had said, and what their current relationship with the Xiao Family was like.
Most of the time, Chen Yi let it go in one ear and out the other, making no promises whatsoever.
Naturally, Xiao Wan'er would not make any promises either, much less force Chen Yi to agree to those people's requests to "pull strings."
Without him noticing,