On the official road leading to Luoyang, a carriage slowly rolled forward.
Wang Su sat inside the carriage, holding a classic and swaying his head as he chanted softly.
His son sat opposite him, looking utterly exhausted.
He yawned, his face heavy with sleepiness, his spirits flagging.
Seeing his son's pathetic state, Wang Su could not help sneering, "When I was your age, I often rode out hunting with friends and could travel a hundred li without feeling tired. Just look at you! You've delayed me for so many days!!"
"I've always told you to stay away from those friends who take powders and drink, but you never listen. Well, what do you say now?"
"If we hadn't slowed down this time, you might have died halfway here!"
Faced with this torrent of scolding from his elderly father, Wang Kai dared not say much.
All along the journey, the abuse had left his head spinning.
At this moment, he could only complain: why hadn't he been born a few years earlier?
Wang Kai had three older brothers. The eldest had died young from taking powders and drinking, leaving no heirs. His second brother, Wang Xun, served as administrator of Henan Commandery, overseeing its many county magistrates, while his third brother served as commander of the guards under the Commandant of the Guards. They had all established themselves early and did not need to remain at their father's side.
Wang Kai was the youngest and had no particular talents, so he could only stay beside his father and attend to him, enduring all manner of lectures and abuse every day.
Wang Su once again began denouncing the literary men of the day.
Wang Su deeply despised the young scholars of the present age.
"In martial matters, you can't draw a bow