The spring breeze swift as horse hooves, in a single morning beholding all the flowers of Chang'an.
These verses surfaced in Chu Ning's mind when he saw Uncle Huang again.
He could distinctly feel that Uncle Huang bore a more vibrant and imposing aura than before.
Sometimes, power and status indeed have the power to alter a person's presence.
"Xiao Ning, in these past few days I've been so preoccupied with clan affairs that I've been at my wit's end. It's only today that I finally managed to get away. How are you? Have you grown weary of staying in the yard? I heard from the steward that you've not stepped even once beyond the gate?"
"Uncle Huang, I am but a lad from a small place who hasn't seen much of the world; it's more peaceful for me to stay in the yard. If I went out and gawked at everything, causing a scene, wouldn't I embarrass you?"
"Embarrass me? Who would dare to laugh at you!"
