The Princely Heir and Bai Li took people to gather the strong men.
Only Chen Ji and Chen Wenzong stood side by side at the entrance of the kiln factory. One was covered in dust; a mere shake of his head would see a cloud of it falling, like a mud-covered dog.
The other was dressed in white as snow, like the protagonist of all stories.
Chen Wenzong frowned and looked at the cheerfully smiling Chen Ji, not understanding what his bastard brother found so joyful, "Chen Ji, I see that you organize things in an orderly manner, with clear thoughts. You're actually a very intelligent person, so why are you content to mingle with this mud?"
Chen Ji, while patting dust off himself, responded with an unconcerned smile, "I'm very happy today. You all look down on this run-down kiln factory and this grubby livelihood, but the more I see it, the more I like it."
Because, at this moment, for the first time in this world, Chen Ji had something that belonged to himself.
