"Hmm, go ahead and speak."
As a lord, as a machine of ascension, you must grow accustomed to your role.
Siniang seemed to have had some drinks earlier, a charm rippling between her brows.
"My lord, during these days when you were out on campaign, I pondered for a long time, and I contemplated a lot. In the past, everyday life felt clear.
Living in clarity doesn't necessarily make life comfortable;
But living in confusion taught me that the rare peace found in ignorance is true freedom.
Yet now, it seems I can no longer remain in the dark—I wish to ascend."
"Hmm, I know."
The allure of restored power is irresistible even to a demon.
"However, my lord, whether you believe it or not, if my sole wish was to ascend, I wouldn't be urgently seeking it. Some thorns have emerged, and we cannot pretend they don't exist.
They cause pain, they constantly remind you they are still there."
Zheng Fan took another bite of his dish,
then raised his wine cup.
