No matter how good his literary talent is, who would want to see such a ghostly face every day? Which minister in the court would want to? Even if they were happy with it, what about the Emperor? Would he be happy to see a ghostly face among the ministers in the future?
"I won't study."
"Okay, okay, you don't have to study. Just don't try to harm yourself," Old Man Zeng responded repeatedly.
Hearing the words 'try to harm yourself', Zeng Yulang's face, full of scars, turned red with anger, his eyes even redder as he glared at his own father.
"Father, how many times have I told you, I didn't jump into the river, I didn't!"
Although he didn't understand why, when he had clearly been sleeping at home, he awoke a second time surrounded by a crowd of people, all comforting him with sympathetic faces, telling him not to lose hope.
He genuinely did not know what had happened.