Wenren Zong laughed, "This happened two years ago. As the Dean has witnessed, she ended up victorious, and I lost."
"If you end up victorious in the future, and you need to kill her, would you do it?"
"Absolutely not." Wenren Zong's voice was soft, but firm.
"What if you can't win without killing her?"
"There would be no victory worth sacrificing a woman's life for. If there is, then I would rather not have that kind of victory."
Lin Shimo grabbed a handful of snow from the bridge's railing, smiled and said, "On such a good day, standing here talking is too boring. Let's go for a stroll."
Wenren Zong then followed him and asked, "Dean, I know the Academy usually doesn't concern itself with political affairs. But since you are here in Chang'an, that means you are entering the worldly affairs. I want to know, in the end, will you help the Crown Prince, or assist the Prince of Zhao?"
"Is there a difference?"