Miss Truth

The faint morning light grew brighter and brighter, so white it seemed to want to illuminate every dark corner in the world.

At the mountain peak, the time of decline had come for the jade orchids, their slightly wilted white petals lifted by the wind, then drifting slowly downward.

Xiao Song had just arrived in front of Yuncong Temple when he saw, under some withering willows, a young man in a pale wide-sleeved robe, his hair slightly disheveled with a few strands of dry grass sticking to his head, and his face and body covered in dust—an image of utter desolation.

The moment the young man saw Xiao Song, his fair face flushed with anger, and he hurried over to him, teeth clenched, saying, "Despicable villain!"

Xiao Song’s eyes flickered darkly. Sang Chen, a scholar without the strength to truss a chicken, had managed to escape from his capable guards. Indeed, aside from a belly full of "Confucius says," he also had some brains.

"Sui Yuan overestimates me. This character of mine isn’t new, why do you only see it clearly today?" In response to Sang Chen’s accusation, Xiao Song did not get angry but laughed instead. His laugh was radiant, making one feel that he was truly amused, not merely pretending or being dismissive.

Sang Chen was furious, his face red and his ears burning, his whole body trembling as he said, "Shameless rogue! Whether I wish to inherit the title or become a descendant of the Cui Family has nothing to do with you! What right do you have to drag me back?"