What was the greatest lesson?
Was it giving everything you had and still failing?
Was it the pain endured by the flesh?
Was it the humiliation of having one's dignity trampled?
No.
Zhongshan Yanwen's answer was "the price paid."
When Zhongshan Weisun knelt in the military camp, his heart bled! He could not believe that this was the heir he had personally raised—so blind to the bigger picture, so ignorant of the overall situation.
So rash, reckless, and self-centered.
But this was the choice Zhongshan Weisun had already made.
If a grandson knelt to beg his grandfather for something, then his grandfather had to do it. No matter how difficult that thing might be.
He would keep raising the stakes, until even the Eagle Soaring Command found them unbearable, until Zhongshan Weisun doubted his very life and asked himself whether it was truly worth it!
Only then could Zhongshan Weisun be taught a real lesson.
He had to make Zhongshan Weisun understand exactly how much weight his knees carried, what it truly meant for him to kneel.
He had to make Zhongshan Weisun see clearly whether he truly had the ability to bear the choice he had made!
Everything in this process was the price of growing up.
The Long Night was devoid of all sound.
Zhongshan Weisun, his hair disheveled, stood alone in the open space of the military camp. He lifted his head stiffly, gazing up at the people suspended in the air. His face, streaked with tears and mud, wore an extraordinarily complicated expression.
Among those princes and young nobles of Jing State who often played together, there were few with whom he had truly connected. On the first day he met Jia Fugui and Shangguan in the Great Void Illusion Realm, he had found them immensely