Xin Shu's peaceful expression changed a bit, as if trying to hide some pain.
Then he sighed, his face filled with sorrow, whether for the deceased or for him, no one knows.
Li Xun Huan looked at his wine cup, then also sighed. "To be honest, I didn't expect you to be the one to save me this time."
Xin Shu said, "I didn't save you."
Li Xun Huan said, "Fourteen years ago, I resigned from my government post, although the official reason is because I was tired of being in politics, the reality is, if you hadn't written that scripture saying that I have dirty dealings with bandits, my mind would not have been so set."
Xin Shu closed his eyes, then said, "The old power-hungry Hu Yun Ji has long died, why do you bring him up again?"
Li Xun Huan said, "You're right. Once one enters the monastery, he's a different person. Still, I would never believe that you'd be the one to save me today."