Those nights of torrential rain were the most powerless moments of his life. Whenever he recalled them, he could never forget the image of himself huddled in a corner, trembling uncontrollably.
He hated that version of himself—so weak, completely unable to fight back.
"My mother had an endless pile of clothes to launder every day, but it was only enough to keep the two of us fed and clothed. As for my studies..."
Ever since that tragedy befell their family, Mrs. Meng had resolved to raise her son to be a successful man. Only by becoming an official could he reclaim their stolen property and seek justice for the wrongs they had suffered.
To that end, this wife of a Scholar, who had almost never done heavy labor, carried the heavy burden of their lives on her slender shoulders, gritting her teeth to send her son to school.
