Seeing Qiao Xiaomai's speechless look, Yang Wenxiao added, "This is an honor others would beg for; why do you and your spouse refuse it?"
"To answer the Emperor Emeritus, I only want my wife and children by the warm kang, and the silver Xiaomai and I have earned is enough to maintain such a life. There is no need to fight for more." Tong Sanlang replied.
"So young, yet your thinking is so dreary, like that of an old man—something your grandfather should be pondering. At your age, you should be considering how to build a legacy and distinguish yourself," said Yang Wenxiao with disapproval.
"What greatness can you achieve on that little parcel of yours?"
"After making your mark, living in the Capital City, in a grand mansion surrounded by numerous servants—wouldn't that be better?"
"No, after spending over a decade in constant fear, now I want to live a simple and honest life in my mountain valley," Tong Sanlang continued to shake his head.
Yang Wenxiao, "...You lack spirit."
