Feng Jingxiu's eyes turned red as he looked at the elder before him, who was completely different from the dignified and elegant Right Minister of his memories. With his voice hoarse and choked with emotion, he said: "Father, you were wrong."
"You shouldn't have misused the military funds from the frontline, nor should you have embezzled the people's land."
Feng Yuning suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter wild and desolate, and then he became faintly angry, loudly saying: "Ha, hahaha, I was wrong?"
"I was wrong!"
"What was I wrong about?! The food in your mouth, the silk and brocade on your body, the carriage you ride in, the jade and fine artifacts you use—which one isn't made from silver, which isn't what you call the blood and sweat of the people?!"
"Don't think that because you've read the so-called books of gentlemanly virtues that you've understood the principles of the world. Don't become foolish by reading those books!"
"Power, that's the truth!"
