Qingqiu's Congratulations

Fang Wenshao was already putting it mildly. Su Ziji was not yet twenty; even thirty years from now, he would still be under fifty. Civil officials who could be made dukes or marquises in their forties were all illustrious figures whose names would be recorded in history.

In the distance, Su Ziji was speaking with someone, his face turned in this direction. Hui Dao looked over, a strange light flashing through his eyes.

In his sight, every official without exception bore official qi upon them, differing only in amount, density, and intensity.

Su Ziji's features had changed even more since their last meeting. Back then, Hui Dao had only felt that this youth would achieve something in the Imperial Examinations. But now, his ears stood high and were long, his brows were clear and his mouth square, his cheekbones full, high, and bright. Especially his eyes—even from afar, they shone with tremendous spirit. This was the face of utmost nobility.

Not to mention the noble qi Su Ziji had suddenly acquired. It was now so dense that even two third-rank high ministers could not suppress it. Its momentum was simply unstoppable.

There was also a faint cluster of azure qi gestating within him. Though it flickered in and out of sight, even the destiny of a marquis likely could not contain it.

Hui Dao sighed. "Why wait thirty years? He can be made a duke or marquis in three months."

When he had spoken earlier, the people around him had still managed to hold back their laughter. But the moment these words came out, they burst into uproarious laughter.

"Even bootlicking has its limits, doesn't it? A duke or marquis in three months? What kind of joke is that? Su Ziji may have a boundless future, but he is only