The carriage trembled slightly in the autumn wind, and the whistling sound of wind came from the cracks in the window. The rain drifted in and wetted the cyan curtain in a short time. The oil lamp inside the carriage was flickering, as if it would die out at any moment. Under the light of the lamp, Chu Youxian looked pale not because of fear but because of his father who sat opposite of him looked paler than him and was crying.
The Old Mr. Chu wept bitterly and grabbed his son tightly. Maybe the carriage trembled too heavily, so the old man's voice trembled. "In these years, I have spent tens of thousands of silvers on you, and the only thing I want is for you to have a bright future. I never thought that you would walk into the blind alley. If I had known it, I would not send you to the Academy in the beginning."