The Academy in Great Qi, a Memory That Forgot Nothing It Heard!

From then on, He Xiao did not dare slack off in his reading. Xie Yuan had given the order, and if he found out He Xiao had been cutting corners, there would be bitter fruit to swallow.

The two men received generous daily rewards for coming to read, an enviable assignment among the Main Estate's many retainers.

Half a month passed in a blink.

Zhang and He discovered that Young Master Guan treated people warmly and spoke with uncommon insight.

Zhang Yuanlai had a firm grounding in books. He often cited the classics and offered incisive observations. He had also spent some time auditing classes at the Imperial Academy and knew the dynasty's factions and lineages, as well as its official posts and civil examination subjects.

He Xiao, though smooth by nature, was a lively talker. He could speak at length about Bianjing's sights, singing girls in pleasure houses, anecdotes of famous scholars, peddlers and common laborers, affairs of the martial world, and demons across the thirteen circuits and their prefectures.

As they read, you asked about anything you did not understand. Neither man held back; they told you everything they knew.

The principles in books could not be understood after a single look or reading, so there was no reason to keep anything to themselves.

What came from paper was shallow in the end.

If someone later questioned this young master of the Xie Clan and learned that the two of them had taught him something wrong, their own reputations might suffer.

You had spent so long in your little courtyard and heard so little of the outside world. Their accounts gave you exactly the knowledge you lacked.

Both men spoke of the Academy founded by the Master with deep reverence. Every scholar in Great Qi regarded entering it