Xia Qie stared dumbfounded at Song Lingzhao, no, Song Lingjie, who was leaning against the carriage wall without a care for his image.
"Do I look like him?"
Xia Qie snapped back to reality, his lips trembling: "Yes."
In these clothes of Song Lingzhao, he really seed like the person himself. Did these two always look so alike?
Song Lingjie lowered his head and eyes, looking at the narrow sleeves on his wrist, and said calmly, "This only fools outsiders like you. Anyone really close would see through it quickly."
"Then what to do?" Xia Qie seed a bit nervous: "What if they find out you’re a fake? What happens to Second Brother Song?"
"Nothing much." Song Lingjie snorted: "If they find out, either he gets dragged back, or I get beaten to a pulp."
"I think both might happen simultaneously." Xia Qie chuckled with a bit of schadenfreude, then sheepishly scratched his nose after receiving a glance from the other: "Do you want him to be brought back?"
Song Lingjie didn’t respond.
Just when Xia Qie thought he wouldn’t answer, the other suddenly asked: "If you had this opportunity, would you want to go?"
Xia Qie was stunned.
He slumped in the carriage, playing with the Jade Pendant scattered beside him: "How could I be like him."
Even the sons of the Song Family have to be so cautious, sneaking to join the army. Let alone soone like him, carrying the royal lineage of the previous dynasty. If he really joined the army, it would be fine without holding great power. But achieving outstanding rit, would the Chu Royal Family feel at ease?
Xia Qie was young, but he had self-awareness, knowing his identity was not favored. Otherwise, why would those outside who prided themselves on orthodoxy disdain to associate with him? Isn’t it because they fear being implicated?
Song Lingjie said softly: "There’s no difference, all are human. Actually, the phrase ’victors beco kings, losers beco outlaws,’ applies to anyone, and there’s no eternal dynasty. An emperor with courage does not fear opponents, as it’s all just a kind of ga. Like Xia and Chu, it’s a ga of give and take."
Xia Qie squinted at him: "You, a study companion, dare to say such rebellious words. Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you?"
"If I were afraid, I wouldn’t say it." Song Lingjie retorted sarcastically: "If you had the wisdom of the Fifth Prince, I’d regard you differently."
"You!"
This was infuriating, how little did he think of him!
"Forget it, talking to you is useless. For now, you should focus on growing safely and then continuing the line of the Prince Xin Mansion as the path." Song Lingjie jabbed again.
Xia Qie was furious: "I’m not a horse bred for mating."
"You’re not, but you’re the only hope for the Prince Xin Mansion."
Xia Qie was sullen: "Even if I married and had children early, what’s the use? In the future, he’d still be like , living with a clipped wing in this world. What’s the point?"
"So, whether to live on your knees or die standing, that’s sothing you must decide. By the next generation, the influence of the previous dynasty will have weakened significantly, especially with no so-called remnants left." Song Lingjie said expressionlessly: "One day, so things and influences will be swallowed by the tide."
Xia Qie listened clearly, feeling sowhat lancholic, yet realizing this was the reality. Now, how many people still rembered the good the Xia Dynasty brought? Those who did, likely rembered only how corrupt and decadent the royal family was.
Song Lingjie entered the city, rode back to the mansion, and threw the horse reins to a servant in the bold manner of his elder brother.
The servant grinned, taking the reins, looking a bit astonished as Song Lingjie walked into the mansion.
No, Second Young Master, did you forget sothing today? Where’s the tip?
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