"Was it really you who designed that arrow for His Majesty?"
"Yes!"
Su Tang looked at him skeptically, "That's impossible, don't I know you? You can't possibly be capable of that! Did Jiang Shu think of this, and you just happened to see him in the dungeon?"
Even though he was being honest, Su Qing still felt hurt.
He remembered Su Luo's instructions and straightened his face, "I drew it myself. That night, I dreamt of a craftsman giving me a hands-on demonstration. I remember it vividly!"
Su Tang obviously didn't believe him, "You can get such ideas from a dream?"
"Yes!" Su Qing was serious, "Dad, why don't you let me rest today, I'll continue dreaming, maybe I'll dream up something else!"
"Get out! Don't treat me like a three-year-old child!" Su Tang raised his foot and kicked at Su Qing's bottom.
Su Qing left.
He looked back three times with every step, teary-eyed, leading a tall horse away.
