"When you received this brocade pouch, did you encounter anyone?"
In the Council of State Affairs, Qiu Yan looked at the brocade pouch in his hand and asked this question.
Across from him, Meng Sanyi answered respectfully, "I saw no one. Only a rat scurried about, seeming rather mysterious, accompanied by an aged voice. It said it had an affinity with Teacher and entrusted us to bring this."
"So that was it." Qiu Yan nodded. "I understand these matters. You have spent quite some years in the Scholar Forest and must be weary. Rest well. In a few days, you will be giving a lecture at the academy about your experiences in the Scholar Forest, so take these days to recover properly."
"Yes, this disciple understands." Meng Sanyi did not ask further. After giving a deeply respectful salute, he departed under the guidance of a servant.
Ordinary people could not casually set foot in the Council of State Affairs, not even Qiu Yan's disciples. Meng Sanyi held no corresponding official post and had no suitable business there, so Qiu Yan had come from the Council of State Affairs to a side courtyard for this meeting. The place used to receive guests had quite a few servants.
Unlike those within Knowledge and Action Academy who were rather jealous of Meng Sanyi, the menial workers in the Imperial City thought highly of him. There was even a trace of yearning in their admiration, and many held him in great esteem.
The main reason was that, though he had been a menial worker, he had never ceased studying diligently. That was why he had caught Qiu Yan's eye, and his courage in taking the initiative to ask to become a disciple had won the admiration of many.
Moreover, after successfully becoming a disciple,