Su Rong ate two pieces of pastry, wiped her hands clean with a handkerchief, then turned her attention to Yan Huisheng.
Yan Huisheng smiled, "You have something to tell me?"
Su Rong nodded, "I wanted to ask you, Your Highness, why did you allow Zhou Gu to go to Nanchu? Have you ever thought, what if he decides to stay there? Then Daliang will have lost a great general and statesman."
Yan Huisheng said: "I did not want to let him go, but his heart and ambitions are no longer here. Even if I tried to stop him, I doubt I could. And even if I could stop him physically, I couldn't stop his heart."
Su Rong raised an eyebrow at him, "So, you just let him go easily? The Eastern Palace has spent years cultivating him; you have spent ten years honing this sword. Now that the sword is well-forged, is it all in vain?"
Yan Huisheng shook his head, "It's not a waste."
Su Rong was all ears.
