Many truths in this world were not truths at all.
Cui Hao had always deeply agreed with that.
The canopy of moonlight and starlight could not pierce the gloomy clouds and mist over Flower Marsh Village.
It was as though endless, hazy black fog had swallowed this place whole.
Cui Hao drew a soft breath and strode resolutely inside.
He had been able to study Confucianism because his lineage was already a renowned local great clan, while his natural intelligence had been apparent since childhood.
And it shone far more brilliantly than the Sun.
Ordinary children needed repeated instruction in a matter, but Cui Hao needed only one simple explanation, and he could apply what he learned to similar problems.
A lineage capable of becoming a great clan would naturally spare no effort in nurturing Cui Hao, whose birth could only have come from green smoke rising over their ancestral graves.
Whether Cui Hao belonged to a collateral branch did not matter. Once he displayed such talent, he became the very heart of the main branch.
His surname was Cui, his given name Hao, and his courtesy name Puyu.
Cui Puyu of the Riverwash Cui Clan was renowned for a thousand miles.
From his earliest memories, Cui Hao had been the treasure cradled in his lineage's palms.
Apart from his elders, everyone of his generation, even those older than him, would greet him first.
Pride and an extraordinary opinion of himself had run through Cui Hao's childhood.
Especially after he began studying Confucianism, his exceptional talent meant even his teacher sometimes sought instruction from him.
After all, Confucian learning also depended enormously on talent.
Back then, Cui Hao truly had possessed the spirit to declare-all Confucian scholars beneath heaven must lower their brows before me.
Had things followed their normal