Silence!
Deathly silence!
The commander-in-chief was stunned for only a few breaths before quickly snapping out of it. He took three steps in two and hurried forward, confirming again and again that this really was his childhood friend's face. Overcome with excitement, he cried, "Wuhui! It really is you!"
He struggled to digest the delightful surprise before turning to the chief clerk. "Teacher, Wuhui is still alive!"
His words and tone were filled with genuine joy.
The chief clerk, however, wanted to grab the man's head and shake it.
What was there to be so happy about?
A living, breathing man was sitting right here. Was he blind? Did he need to be reminded over and over that Chu Wuhui was alive? Was the point that Chu Wuhui had come back from the dead?
Shouldn't he be worrying about the head on his own neck?
A thousand words turned to silence and were buried deep in his heart.
He couldn't say any of that. It would make someone angry.
Who?
The creditor.
And who was the creditor?
Heh. Naturally, Chu Wuhui.
Speaking of this tangled debt, Chief Clerk Yu also wanted to curse. This account wasn't going to be easy to settle.
Chu Yao had been born to a poor tenant farmer. His father was lazy, and his mother had been weakened by childbirth. With only one person to shoulder the burden, she couldn't raise all the children in the family. To make up for the hole her husband had left, she had no choice but to harden her heart and sell her children.
As it happened, the eldest son of the Chu household needed a page. The steward in charge of buying one saw that Chu Yao was thin and frail, but had bright, intelligent eyes. The boy looked