Chen Liqin was furious: "Am I acting selfishly? I just don't want to waste my time on the Chen family's trivial matters. Isn't it better to use my talents to benefit the common people?"
"Benefit the common people?" Chen Ji was thoughtful: "Mr. Chen, where were you when the people of Guyuan were on the brink of disaster?"
Chen Liqin opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.
He was hiding on the rooftop of the Dragon Gate Inn.
Chen Ji stared directly at Chen Liqin: "While Mr. Chen was acting prudently in Guyuan, Brother Wenzong dared to denounce the traitors of the Jing Dynasty... Does Mr. Chen still remember the half city of people who died in Guyuan? Does Mr. Chen still remember the thirty-four lives lost to poison at Guyuan Inn of the Chen family? Mr. Chen may have forgotten, but I haven't, and Brother Wenzong hasn't, which is why he locks himself in the garden, studying day and night, refusing to go out."
Chen Liqin hesitated and said, "I didn't..."
