"Done and done, thereās no need to be so glum about it. Iāll talk to him for you later. As for the two classmates of yours, as long as they donāt take up more than two hours of your brother-in-lawās time, heāll be happy to do you the favor."
Upon hearing this, Yang Qingruiās eyes lit up. That could work, they just admired his brother-in-law and werenāt like those scholars whose discussions on academic topics went on endlessly without end.
"Then Iāll bring them over tomorrow. Just like me, they are both Cultivated Talents, and they are of good character. We usually have the best relationship."
Yang Chuxia was very supportive of him making friends. Having many friends wasnāt a bad thing. After all, thereās a saying, "At home one depends on parents, outside on friends."
With Yang Chuxiaās guidance, the next day after breakfast, Yang Qingrui brought his two classmates over, and Ye Ziāan then exchanged a few words with them in the study.
However, not even two hours had passed before Ye Ziāan sent the few of them away.
"Why are you out so soon? Has everyone left?"
Yang Chuxia had just washed her hair. She was at that moment using a towel to dry it, feeling uncomfortable on her scalp with just one wash a day now that summer had arrived.
Ye Ziāan walked over, took the towel from her hands, and started to gently dry her hair from behind.
"Yes, one of them didnāt seem like a good friend to Qingrui. Heās very much like Qingtong in temperament, yet he plays with Qingrui," Ye Ziāan recalled about the two young men.
"What about the other one?"
Ye Ziāan thought for a moment before speaking, "Let Qingrui just maintain a normal relationship with him."
It was rare for Yang Chuxia to hear him judge a person, and although he didnāt evaluate this time, he directly gave a verdict, implying that he already saw through that person.
"Not a good person?"
"I donāt know about his character, but from his conversation and behavior, he seems quite opportunistic. Such a person, if Qingrui continues to outshine him, might remain his friend. But if Qingrui ever falls behind, heāll probably maintain his distance. Rather than that, itās better for Qingrui to keep his distance now."
Ye Ziāan remembered the two young men he had just met; the one with a personality similar to Qingtong was named Qian Jiang, while the somewhat power-hungry one was Li Ao. Although both were polite in their conversation, Qian Jiang seemed more sincere, whereas Li Ao appeared somewhat disdainful, yet his flattery was incessant. However, when the conversation casually turned to the possibility of not staying in Capital City but going to the small place of Mianyang, Li Aoās mood visibly dropped, and the corner of his mouth twitched. When he realized he was being watched, he immediately put on a smile and uttered several phrases about how oneās talents could stand out more in a small place, which were somewhat baffling.
"Mm, weāll talk about this with Qingrui later." She trusted Ye Ziāanās judgment. If he said someone wasnāt very good, then they definitely werenāt.
"Why are you washing your hair in the morning?"
"Itās too hot and uncomfortable; my scalp itches."
Yang Chuxia, with her eyes half-closed, reveled in Ye Ziāanās ministrations. Having someone else dry your hair really did feel good.
"I remember the Emperor gifted us with something among the items, a cool mat not made of bamboo but rather small pieces of rosewood, inlaid with a mat strung from turquoise. I heard itās quite cool to sleep on. In a few days when the item arrives, Iāll take it out for you to use."
Seeing her neck glistening with a fine sweat, Ye Ziāan commented.
"Ouch, can that even be called a mat?"
Hearing that what she would be sleeping on was made of turquoise and rosewood, she was aware of how valuable rosewood could be, and turquoise, even more so.