An encounter with a prince's heir in the Hall of Literary Depths: whom could "My surname is Jiang" cow?

Early the next morning, just as the sky began to brighten, Cui Fu had the carriage harnessed and was waiting at the gate.

Wei Nisheng changed into a clean, moon-white robe, his hair bound neatly with a silver hairpin.

A plain Silver Fish Pouch hung at his waist, and the jade seal bearing the words "Literary Balance" rested in his sleeve.

Qu Niang straightened his collar once more, stepped back to look him over, and nodded in satisfaction.

"You look like a little grown-up today, Young Master."

Wei Nisheng smiled faintly without saying anything and strode out through the courtyard gate.

The carriage rattled along the long street, passed through West Peace Gate, and headed south beside the palace walls.

Before long, it stopped at a side entrance outside the Hall of Literary Depths.

A middle-aged civil official in a Blue Robe was already waiting there. Seeing Wei Nisheng alight, he cupped his hands in a slight greeting.

"Are you Young Master Wei?"

Wei Nisheng hastily returned the greeting. "Your student, Wei Nisheng, pays his respects to Li Dianji."

Li Dianji nodded and looked Wei Nisheng up and down curiously.

In twenty years of service at the Hall of Literary Depths, he had never received an assignment like this.

He was to take a thirteen-year-old boy inside to observe the workings of government.

But since this was His Majesty's handwritten order, and the boy was Lord Feng's disciple, he naturally had nothing to say against it.

"Come with me."

"Sorry for the trouble, Li Dianji."

Wei Nisheng followed Li Dianji into the hall, his gaze passing over the densely packed archival volumes one by one.

Li Dianji walked ahead, giving quiet explanations as they went.

"These are the memorial archives from the Taizong Era, arranged by year. Over there are