Yan Jiuchao asked Shadow Thirteen to call the director of the Astronomical Directorate over.
The Director of Astrology was a thin middle-aged man. He was not tall and exuded a scholarly aura.
"Greetings, Young Master." The Director of Astrology bowed.
"My father once helped you." Yan Jiuchao did not beat around the bush with him. "I wonder if you still remember my father's kindness?"
The Director of Astrology said respectfully, "I came from a poor family. On the day of the imperial examination, I was tricked by someone and took the wrong path. Prince Yan has a noble body, yet he doesn't mind that I'm dirty. He let me take his carriage to the examination hall. If not for Prince Yan, I would have long lost my career."
