One should know that it didn’t matter to the scholars whether one had made mistakes. What mattered was when someone had the nerve to talk glibly after not admitting to his mistakes.
It wouldn’t be too late if she could see him now.
Nurse Ping again nodded dumbly.
By the time the sun completely sank to the west and numerous stars emerged in the vast sky, Chen Rong’s carriage made its appearance on the street.
At this moment, cries had taken over the streets of Nan’yang.
There were very few pedestrians out and about; those who were had their eyes glued to their feet. Houses were tightly latched, as if the city dwellers believed doing these things would ensure their safety.
Before long, Chen Rong’s carriage had pulled up to the facade of the Huan estate.
As the third largest family in Nan’yang, the house of Huan was hosting a banquet at this time, their compound awash in light and music.