Wen Huaren buried his head and refused to speak, merely pinching his sleeve and haphazardly wiping his face.
Zhou Yunyun timidly tugged on Hua Xiaomai's sleeve, "Master, you've just walked a long way, don't just stand there, please sit..."
Hua Xiaomai did not refuse her kindness, and also feeling somewhat tired, actually sat down opposite Wen Huaren as if with infinite patience, not hurrying him, just intently watching him.
"I..." After a while, Scholar Wen finally spoke in a troubled low voice, "I passed the imperial examination as a child at the age of thirteen or fourteen, who knew things would come to this? When my father passed away, he repeatedly entrusted me to achieve something through my studies... Moreover, apart from reading, I am capable of nothing else..."
