If officials in the current Imperial Court were to witness this scene, they'd probably want to gouge out their own eyes.
The old man before them had always been calm and dignified in front of all the officials, could almost be called a veteran of three dynasties, with tremendous dignity. Every act and every move he made was by the book. How could he now look so helpless?
The elderly scholar was watching him with a beaming smile that did not resemble a scholar at all.
Meanwhile, the old man held his bowl of tofu pudding and drank leisurely.
His surname was Zhou, with a refined name of Fengyue, which mimicked the tones of wind and moon—a style often associated with scholars in brothels, softly singing and composing poems. He hailed from a prominent family in the Land of Lu, his father having established their household as a strategist, affable and composed in all his dealings, his son, however, was completely different.
