"I heard you were ill a few days ago—has your health improved?" Li Chengzhen put on a concerned expression.
He understood Yang Xuanji's significance.
Yang Xuanji was a man of profound learning, a revered scholar with an unyielding temperament and a fierce hatred for injustice. In the eyes of court officials and common folk alike, he was a towering figure, a great Confucian scholar destined to be recorded in history.
Li Chengzhen wanted to become Yang Xuanji's student. He could endure the scholar's arrogance and rudeness because his uncle and the empress dowager had told him that having Yang Xuanji as his tutor would bolster his reputation.
A scholar of such stature would earn him greater trust from both the court and the people.
Yang Xuanji clasped his hands in polite greeting, his tone neither submissive nor overbearing as he addressed Li Chengzhen. "Thank you for your concern, Second Highness. This old man has recovered and is well."
