For Liu Acheng, the affair with Liu Bo was merely an interlude, and a peripheral one at that. The project and life still had to go on. Besides, from the standpoint of their interests, the way that fellow was now was better than an open rupture. His standing in the Liu Clan of Pengcheng was there for all to see. If they truly fell out, even with a grip on the other man's moral weakness, it would still mean both sides suffering.
Nevertheless, the affair had still had a certain personal impact on Liu Cheng.
One question that most unsettled the transmigrator was whether Liu Bo's swift, distorted transformation was good or bad.
Call it bad, yet without that ability to adapt in time, he would have perished in the north, and probably his entire clan with him. There was no way to condemn him for it. But insist on calling it good, and was the present Liu Bo truly Liu Bo? Why did he fill Liu Acheng with dread?
Nor was Liu Cheng the only one who had noticed something strange about the man. Xi Chao had noticed it at the time too.
So, what were the consequences of taking a performance too far?
Of course, Liu Cheng still resorted to his old method. Whenever such tangled thoughts arose, he simply sealed them away in a black box as usual, and his mind and attention returned to the foot of Eight Ridge Mountain. In barely ten days, the willow-shooting event had been arranged... Huan Wen had even come to inspect it himself and was quite satisfied. Nor had he summoned his friends for an advance banquet as those celebrated gentlemen South of the Yangtze would have done.
After the twenty-fifth, however, Jingzhou city did indeed begin to bustle. Many