"Ah? It's him?" Beigong Wuji's face stiffened instantly, and he said to Li Fan with a bitter smile, "That old Wang indeed is the Grand Tutor's trusted minister, his right-hand man, and technically my immediate superior. How bitter indeed!"
Li Fan was actually delighted, "Doesn't that mean the Weaving Bureau has now fallen into the hands of Guanglu Temple? With such profits from silk, wouldn't you be tempted, Master Wuji? Why the trouble?"
Beigong Wuji shook his head with a bitter smile, "Brother Qingyue doesn't know, but this old Wang is upright and impartial in his duties. He's too stubborn, and he's bent on reducing the provisions for our royal clan. He's always nitpicking and criticizing the lavishness of dukes and marquises. I've avoided showing my face in Guanglu Temple for a long time just to avoid dealing with him. Unexpectedly, it's precisely him who got promoted to Sikong. It seems he'll make trouble again, reducing our fiefdom every few days—truly troublesome!"
