After dinner, by the time Zhao Douan arrived at the Xiuwen Pavilion, the sun had already risen quite high.
He wasn't in the least bit panicked; as an "outside scholar," he saw his role as an "advisor" in the new policy.
So, he even took the time to drop by Lihua Hall, make a brief appearance, and then hurry over.
He entered the Pavilion without hindrance, and upon pushing open the door, saw that the vast government office was already bustling with activity.
Scholars were either handling memorials, official documents from various departments, or refining the "Golden Three Strategies."
"Zhao... Scholar."
"Mr. Zhao, you're here?"
"Good day, Mr. Zhao."
The scholars all took the initiative to greet him, and the treatment compared to yesterday morning had changed dramatically.
However, probably still finding it difficult to accept a martial artist as a colleague, many used different titles.
Mr. Zhao Douan was magnanimous and didn't bother to dispute with a bunch of literati.
