There's no real difference.
I've already done all I can do with a clear conscience. Let me be honest with you, right now I'm just thinking about saving my own life, living for myself. I want to escape this cage as soon as possible.
On those nights, I could buy a bag of peanuts and walk to your house, knock on the door.
Your son could bring me a stool and call me uncle, and your wife, seeing I'm here, would cook up an extra dish of chicken.
That would be enough."
The Sword Saint nodded.
"You think so too, right?" asked the King of the Wild People.
"Yes, if I didn't know who you are, I'd almost be fooled by you."
"There must be sincerity between people."
"You, I apologize."
"I accept your apology."
"Heh."
"Don't think I'm daydreaming, and don't assume that I'll never get out of here, or think that if I do, it'll be the day I walk to the guillotine.
Don't underestimate our Lord Zheng,
his ambition is actually very grand.
In fact, I'm a bit puzzled. Logically speaking, as a young noble esteemed by Lord Jingnan and favored by the Yan Emperor, shouldn't it be a case of dying for one's confidant?
But he's different. He gives me the feeling that he's straining every nerve to prepare for a territorial split, maybe even rebellion. It doesn't make sense, it just doesn't."
The Sword Saint frowned slightly.
Because,
in the circles where one could interact with Zheng Fan, it's basically known,
that Lord Zheng's intentions are known to everyone.
"Whenever he gets the Snow Plains ready, whenever the Snow Plains no longer mean anything to him, maybe I'll be able to get out.
Both of us consider ourselves morally superior, but what's the difference?
I'm not trying to sow discord, but no matter how morally superior you are, Sword Saint, when your wounds are healed, if something happens to Lord Zheng, if he's assassinated, could you just stand by and do nothing?
If he wants you to help him kill someone and cries to you, would you not lend him Longyuan for a bit?
In fact, you clearly know in your heart that you owe him too much already, the debt of favors, the debt of favors, we're all powerless to resist."
"Heh, I am a Jin person."
"So transparent."
The King of the Wild People raised his glass and said, "Come, brother, let's drink to that."
With a gentle clink,
the Sword Saint still just tasted it lightly, while the King of the Wild People drank it all in one gulp.
"I'm just waiting for that day. I believe that day will come; just please don't draw your sword on me when I get out."
"I still hope you don't get out."
"I know, I know, so that's why in this life, apart from using a sword, you're good for nothing else."
The King of the Wild People leaned against the railing, tossing the peanut shells overhead, watching the peanut crumbs scatter and fall,
and sighed:
"A lifetime is just a series of dreams. After waking, if you're in good spirits, you continue to dream. If not, you sit dazed until you forget whether you're awake or still dreaming."
The Sword Saint stood up, seemingly preparing to leave.
"Aren't you staying a while longer?"
"Listening to you lament is no fun."
"Heartless."
"I'll come see you again when I'm in a bad mood."
"Look at what you're saying, does that sound like something a person would say?"
"You stay locked up; I'm leaving."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't rush off. I had a dream tonight. Do you want to know what was in it?"
"Tonight?"
"Yes, a dream I'll have when I sleep tonight, but I'm telling you in advance."
"Heh."
"In that dream, you and I stand together, in front of us, a boundless number of enemies. We're trapped, the situation's dangerous.
You ask me what to do?"
The Sword Saint said nothing.
"You ask me what to do."
"Come on, ask me what to do!"
The Sword Saint took a breath.
"Hurry up and ask!"
"What should we do?" asked the Sword Saint.
"Hey, do you know how I responded?"
"I already asked."
The King of the Wild People suddenly grabbed the iron bars with both hands,
shaking them and laughing heartily:
"I said, 'Dad, stop asking, let's just grab your son and run!'"
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Good night, everyone
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