Tian Wujing said nothing and just gazed afar.
"I've spent my life as a teacher compiling history. The historical records may be mottled, but there's always some semblance of order, much like the old farmer's twenty-four solar terms in farming. In truth, if you look long enough, it's just four words—cyclical repetition.
Lord Pingye, this person, has always received your favor. From my perspective, he isn't really a good person."
"Indeed."
"But throughout history, how many genuinely good people have left their names in the annals? It's the truly authentic bad people that often endear themselves to others."
"Snow Sea Pass is not far from here. If you wish to add brilliance to Zheng Fan's record, I can dispatch a troop of cavalry to escort you there."
Upon hearing this,
Meng Shou hesitated.
It was clear that he was moved.
"Ah..."
Taking a deep breath, Meng Shou began:
