The Pope gazed deep into the darkness, saying, "This is sending him to his death."
The person in the darkness indifferently replied, "What does his death count for? At the time, so many members of the Imperial clan died."
The Pope was quiet for a very long time, the sea of stars deep within his eyes gradually growing calm. "You are not of the Imperial clan, so why have you never been able to let these matters go?"
The voice in the darkness was calm and firm. "This is His Majesty's unfulfilled wish."
The Pope knew that the 'His Majesty' here naturally did not refer to Emperor Xian, but that most extraordinary sovereign throughout the ages: His Majesty Emperor Taizong.
This conversation began many years ago with a letter sent to the capital from Xining Village.
This argument began two years ago when that youth called Chen Changsheng entered the neglected grounds of the Orthodox Academy.
It seemed that they would both end in tonight's conversation.