A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
At noon, with one hand against his forehead to block the dazzling sunlight and no thought to spare for the sweat dripping into his eyes, Scholar He quickly left the serene Royal Palace. He didn't enter the Hall of Governmental Affair's row of small rooms. Instead, he climbed into his sedan chair and went to the Imperial Censorate's yamen. It was only after he entered the yamen that he realized his uniform had long become soaked through with sweat. Somewhat unconscious of his surroundings, he walked into the hall and sat alone for a while before coming back to his senses.
He had been called by the Emperor into his study earlier. With just a few simple sentences, He Zongwei knew that his secret plans were all known to the Emperor. The Emperor knew what he was investigating but had not been bothered to ask or care about it. He only watched coldly.