"I understand, Aunt Feiyan." Shen Lingqing nodded and took a sip from her cup. As she glanced outside the glass window, she noticed that the snow was starting to fall again.
"So do you think that you would succeed your father?" Sun Feiyan asked. "Jiewen told me that your younger brother also wants to compete with you."
"Lingtian is still young. If he truly wants to compete with me, he should finish his studies first and then prove his worth to our father." The younger woman shrugged as if she wasn't bothered by it.
"Lingtian isn't like you." Sun Feiyan didn't sugarcoat her words.
"So I heard." Shen Lingqing cupped her chin and watched as the snow outside came down like white flowers on the streets. "People say he's like Mom in so many ways—like I am to Dad, but I don't want Lingtian to be forever bound to our parents' shadow."
