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"You're saying all those men were killed?" After hearing the steward's report—that the thugs who had followed Qi Shan had all been slain by him—the prefect looked surprised but not particularly shocked. He waved his hand. "I already know about this. Go on and get back to work."
This news further proved that this Qi Shan was not that Qi Shan.
The Qi Shan he knew truly was exactly as his name suggested.
He carried a heart devoted to saving the world and its people, and aspired to aid the weak and support the fallen. Gentle and honest, mild, temperate, courteous, frugal, and humble—everyone who had met him said that his brows and eyes had been steeped in benevolence.
Though the prefect detested and feared him, and had mocked him more than once for having something wrong with his head and suffering from "Good Person Syndrome," he had to admit that few people could carry something through from beginning to end as steadfastly as Qi Shan did.
What he sought all his life was: "Wherever the eyes can see, let there be no starving corpses; wherever the ears can hear, let there be no wails of grief." Unless absolutely necessary, he did not even want to harm the life of an ant. If not for the state of the world, he would not even have studied those Word Spirits widely used on battlefields and renowned as weapons of war.
Qi Shan had once said that whenever he looked at Literary Heart Word Spirits, he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Every stroke and every word was stained with countless lives. How many wars and tears had all been born from the desires of rulers?
The prefect could not stand his affected manner:
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