Prefecture Government, inside a study.
The Prefect Yang Yuzhi was playing chess with someone. Now, more than half of Yang Yuzhi's hair had turned white, and he had grown ever thinner—within just a single year, he seemed to have aged twenty, his skin darkened, his posture bent and frail.
Sitting across from him was another old man with a full head of white hair, but compared to Yang Yuzhi's haggard appearance, the white-haired elder was still vigorous and radiant, as though a crane among mortals—a ruddy-faced sage. This man was Yang Yuzhi's master, Qin You, Director of the Imperial Observatory in Yunzhou.
"Yuzhi, sometimes, you have to learn to let yourself go."
Qin You looked at his proudest disciple before him, sighing softly.
