"Are you interested in the war, Student Hou Xiang?" The teacher asked.
Ever since Nan Hou Xiang and the Nan Family had a break, many people called him directly with his name and ignored the fact that he had the surname Nan. It was as if they didn't dare to speak out this surname.
For this matter, Nan Hou Xiang didn't mind.
He knew very well that the moment his father was executed, it was already their grace that he was still allowed to live.
Otherwise, he would have been thrown somewhere with nothing remains.
Nan Hou Xiang wanted to live.
And he wanted to live better.
So he could only work hard and do things that he used not to do. He endured the contempt and mockery of others to stay in this academy because this was the best place for him to study.
It was difficult.
But he had no one to complain to.
No one was willing to side with him anymore.