"Your subordinate, Wei Changxian, pays his respects to Lord Zhang!" Wei Changxian stood ramrod straight in the doorway, regarding Fang Yun arrogantly, though his words were quite polite.
"Mm. What is it?" Fang Yun knew the man had surely come to find fault. He gave him an indifferent glance, then lowered his head to continue reading the official documents. Affairs had been so hectic lately that they had even eaten into his reading time. Fortunately, with Dual-Mindedness and the Strange Book World, he could let his second divine sense study.
"Nothing in particular. I merely came by to look around and see how you were doing, Lord Zhang."
"Quite well," Fang Yun replied offhandedly.
"Since you're doing quite well, I can rest easy. Still, let me offer some friendly advice: you would do best to stay quietly in the Document Office, rather than wander about, and certainly not write poetry recklessly. Ten years in prison may have helped you accumulate some literary talent, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you please. Our marshal is very displeased. I hear the gentlemen above are very displeased as well." Wei Changxian watched Fang Yun with a broad smile.
"Oh? So if I behave myself and do nothing, the gentlemen above will let me off?" Fang Yun countered.
Wei Changxian froze, then chuckled to conceal his embarrassment. "Behave yourself, and you'll live a little longer, at least."
"I want to live longer still!" Fang Yun said.
Wei Changxian's expression shifted slightly. "Stop dreaming! Do you think that by constantly building your literary reputation, you can make the King of Chu afraid to... ahem, truly clear your name? No. Even if you become a Void Sage, once Zhang Wankong is proven to be one of the rebel species, all nine degrees of your