Zhou Shuren and the senior Shangguan left the government hall, having traversed half the way out of the palace, the senior had not uttered a word.
Zhou Shuren looked at the senior with puzzlement, "Why are you so lost in thought, Sir?"
The senior Shangguan hesitated, having been unable to interject since they entered the government hall—his mind was now filled with silver and gold!
Zhou Shuren touched his own face, "Sir, looking at me, is there something amiss?"
"You are fine," he said.
True to the Minister of Revenue, he talks of nothing but silver, his words weighing heavily on my mind; I would rather the Shangguan family discuss literature than silver.
The senior Shangguan felt a need to express, "It is thanks to your grandson that Lu'er survived; this kindness is not forgotten by this old man."
Zhou Shuren, this time, did not insist on dismissing the concern, "It was merely good fortune."
