"Why?" Right there in the wind and snow, Fan Xian sank deep into thought. He did not need any time to think. From many years ago, he knew that he would eventually be met with this question. All these years, he had been preparing and escaping, but he had never truly escaped. This was a question he had thought about countless times, particularly during those seven days and nights of thinking.
"Why?" He slowly raised his head and narrowed his eyes in the snow. Looking at the Emperor, he slowly said, "In the Imperial College today, I talked to the young people about the matter of benevolence and righteousness, about true righteousness."
