Su Wenzhong lowered his eyes, as if he had aged by over a decade in an instant.
"I've said all I can. If you don't believe me, go ask His Majesty," he finally said, sitting on his chair and closing his eyes.
Xie Yun stood up, looking down at Su Wenzhong's aged and weathered face from above. Although filled with resentment, memories from the past involuntarily flashed through his mind.
He recalled Su Zixiao as a child, being punished with hunger for not memorizing his books, sneaking out with him in the middle of the night to steal chicken legs to eat;
He remembered Su Wenzhong getting inspired occasionally and teaching him how to write;
And when he passed the imperial examinations at the top, Su Shoucheng would boast everywhere, saying his Attendant Student had become a top scholar, insisting that one must never forget any prosperity...
Those memories, fleeting like smoke, were all bitter, yet even in the most bitter times, faint light always managed to seep through the cracks.
