Because of his fiancée's matter, Gu Wen was called to the main hall by his father. He walked through the quiet corridor, the maids and servants along the way made way, bowing their heads and bending their waists.
Gu Wen found nothing strange about this; If the building were made of reinforced concrete, then he would have felt such ceremoniousness odd.
At this moment, his heart was as still as water, no longer a ripple to disturb it.
As if all emotions and desires had vanished, all yearnings had turned into nothingness.
This sensation was quite comfortable; he no longer worried about anything in particular and could just quietly gaze into the distance.
Fragments of memory began to emerge in his mind unbidden.
The Gu family, a clan of Nanshui, had served as officials generation after generation, governing a territory, far from the turmoil of Central Plains, enduring through four dynasties, fifty-six emperors, for a thousand years.
