At daybreak, the sky was filled with rosy clouds. The procession heading for Qingyang entered the city just as the glow in the sky was at its brightest.
In recent days, many people had been coming and going from Qingyang King's Mansion. The guards at the front gate and behind the residence were on high alert. Since returning, Sheng Zui had been kneeling outside the Meeting Hall. Lady Sheng had pleaded with Nangong Ming several times on his behalf, but to no avail.
Still, every morning Nangong Ming came by to check on his third son, who remained kneeling there in repentance.
Sometimes he said a few words. Sometimes he only glanced at him before leaving.
That morning, Nangong Ming asked him, "After all these years at Taiyi, have you learned nothing but how to pick fights and challenge people? You still haven't learned to control your temper and your thoughts?"
Without even looking up, Sheng Zui said, "Was that why you sent me to Taiyi—to learn those things?"
Nangong Ming replied, "You were the one who wanted to go to Taiyi."
He stood in the corridor, gazing at the person kneeling outside the hall as he said coolly, "Have you forgotten how you begged me to let you go to Taiyi?"
Sheng Zui pressed his lips together.
As his father spoke, he gradually remembered how he had chased after him, begging to be sent to Taiyi. He had wanted to follow in Eldest Young Master's footsteps, and being accepted into Taiyi was also a recognition of one's strength.
All the geniuses on the Xuangu Continent were at Taiyi. Why wouldn't he go?
He had gone to Taiyi to become stronger.
But how had he ended up constantly picking fights and competing with Gu Gan?
Looking back, Sheng Zui sometimes