Mr. Feng sneered, "Why do you keep thinking about others instead of your own matters? Do you already have all the answers in your heart?"
Chen Ji remained silent.
Mr. Feng bent down, picked up a piece of straw from the ground, and tore it apart strand by strand, "The year I passed the scholar examination, I wrote an article titled 'Twelve Strategies for Pacifying the North' during the palace examination. Six strategies to stabilize internal affairs and six strategies to repel external threats, it was the culmination of over a decade of effort. Yet in the palace examination, I couldn't compete with the flattering piece written by the legitimate eldest son of your Chen family's second house. At that moment, I realized that studying Confucian classics was pointless."
Mr. Feng smiled slightly, "As for what I want to do, I actually told you a long time ago..."
Chen Ji recalled Mr. Feng's words.
