Though silver had begun to thread his hair, Luo Xin remained as refined as ever. He bowed with meticulous courtesy. "May Your Majesty enjoy peace and health."
Liu Heng ran over from his seat, took hold of Luo Xin's robe with eager anticipation, and looked up. "Uncle, you haven't finished the story you told me last time."
Luo Xin smiled faintly at his words, knelt down, and said softly, "Your Majesty, I shall continue it for you now."
Naturally, telling stories was not merely telling stories. It combined instruction with entertainment, subtly teaching Liu Heng many principles through tales from history.
The classics of the Hundred Schools of Thought contained many fables, which they used to expound the ideas of their respective schools.
History provided the best stories, and the Luo Clan happened to possess the most historical records. So many captivating events had unfolded within them that Luo Xin selected those suitable for Liu Heng and compiled them into a collection to serve as teaching materials.
Luo Xin devoted far more energy to educating Liu Heng than to handling affairs of state. His third brother, Luo Yi, now handled more than half the government business, though Luo Yi's health had also been worsening over the years.
Luo Xin had high expectations for Liu Heng, for he had poured far too much of his heart and blood into the Great Han.
Since Liu Bang defeated Xiang Yu and the Han State became the Han Dynasty, who had poured the most heart and blood into this dynasty?
Liu Bang? Lü Zhi?
Neither.
It was Luo Xin.
The Han Dynasty had a history of just over thirty years, and Luo Xin had served as chancellor for more than two-thirds of it. He had been deeply involved in almost every aspect of building