Mother Qiao mused for a moment and said, "Well, that's not entirely true. There are people in the world like a judge—upright, kind, and unafraid of authority. However, such people are very rare. If one emerges, it would be a blessing for the common folk."
Hearing this, Qiao Muchen pressed his lips together. After thinking for a while, he seemed to understand his mother's meaning. He understood that the 'judge' as a specific person didn't exist, but people *like* a judge did, though such individuals were very hard to find. He took a deep breath. I won't give up! he resolved.
Then he turned and went back into the study.
Watching her son's retreating figure, Mother Qiao's eyes revealed a hint of sadness and worry. She murmured softly, "Would he want his son to follow his path?"
