The Blame Game
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It was still quite dark outside. However, some oil lamps were lit under the shed and in the main room. The lights from the oil lamp shone into the courtyard, and everything could be seen clearly.
Shao Zhongxi stared coldly at the small figure beside Xue Yan who was also in the horse stance before he stopped paying attention to them. He huffed in approval and continued to drink his tea.
His nephew was a good student. He didn't complain, didn't say he was tired, and didn't say that he couldn't do anything.
Xue Yan was trying to stay strong for two hours. He continuously stabbed himself for more than half an hour with his palm to keep the blood flowing. At last, he could not hold on any longer and dropped to the ground. His body loosened and he sat quietly on the floor in defeat.
He was very glad that his uncle didn't put an incense stick behind him like Jiang Yue did. Otherwise, he would have sat on it and jumped up from the heat.