Chen Ji dragged the iron shackles between his hands, filled with countless doubts, following behind Wu Xiu as they passed through the long, dark passageway.
He watched the straight figure ahead in the black python robe, adorned with a golden python resembling a dragon with four claws. The sea waves at the feet of the golden python were rolling over mountain stones and treasures, symbolizing a figure of high rank.
In that story from the Lantern Festival thirty-one years ago, Wu Xiu was the most useless fifth child, the one who would wet his pants when caught by the Imperial Guards.
And now, that child who would wet his pants had grown up.
Before leaving the Ministry of Justice prison, Wu Xiu suddenly stopped and turned his head back.
Chen Ji saw the Prison Chief pushing open the cell door, light streaming through the door crack onto Wu Xiu's back, casting his expression into shadows: "Young man, be careful."
Chen Ji was puzzled.
