He noticed that this man, too, had sentences such as "Are the Five Surnames not subject to Great Tang Law?" written on his body. Presumably he had been among the crowd that morning.
Since Wen Zaizi's case had been shelved for so long, why had proceedings suddenly begun again... perhaps this was another result of the crowds that morning.
Pei Ye returned to Zhu Wen's courtyard. The figure with his Daoist cap and sash neatly arranged was already sweeping away the stray leaves that had drifted in that day, his cold, solemn air so harmonious with the winter pond.
Pei Ye stood quietly beneath the eaves and watched. He did not know how this "empirical verification" was conducted, but he vaguely felt that something like the Two Heavens Theory would always matter to someone... even beyond the great clans.
And the outcome they wanted might not be the same as his.
Then would no one come to tamper with things... this so-called Heavenly Principles Academy could be entered simply by finding someone to lead the way.
He worried in silence, but matters concerning "Heaven" were still far too remote from him.
Let the meat-eaters devise their plans.
Winter gradually deepened.
Pei Ye lived days of unchanging routine at the Heavenly Principles Academy.
Ordinarily, he always felt he lacked time to practice his sword, yet now, even with eight hours of reading crammed into his day, he could somehow still complete his sword practice.
In the mornings, Pei Ye and Fang Jidao would arrive one after the other and sit waiting in the classroom. Zhu Wen came in roughly half an hour later. Fang Jidao would then rise and bow, while Pei Ye remained seated, prompting Zhu Wen to sternly tell him to offer his respects.
He forgot once