In a room on the second floor of Yenching Mansion, scattered clothes were everywhere on the floor.
Chu Feng sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window at the moon. The scars on his body would frighten anyone.
Muqing reached out to brush over the scars on his body. She asked quietly, "Still thinking about Feng Xing?"
Chu Feng nodded.
It was difficult for him to see his former friend fall into such a state of despair. Feng Xing was a hero who had made great achievements. However, he was struggling to make ends meet now.
“There are many others like Feng Xing in Xi Ye. I wonder how they are."
This was what he was most worried about. Although Feng Xing said that “they are doing well” Chu Feng could tell from his voice that he was lying.
Since ancient times, a change in power had been accompanied by bloodshed.
Since Chu Feng resigned and turned over his military authority, the new commander might shun his devoted subordinates. He didn't mind if the other party cultivated their men and let his old subordinates retire. However, if he trampled on their dignity in the name of rectifying military discipline, Chu Feng would never agree to it. He wouldn’t mind seeking justice and challenging the military.
Muqing hugged Chu Feng. Her warmth calmed Chu Feng down.
"Hopefully I won’t get the chance to do that." Chu Feng held Muqing's hand tightly.
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