In Da Liushu Village, at the Liu Family's Old Mansion.
"Father, why are you so intent on sucking up to that poor brat? He's offended the Huang Family; it's hard to say if he even has a future. We come from a family of scholars. Why should we grovel before that upstart?"
Liu Chuanzhi's face was twisted in a snarl, his tone filled with resentment.
It was obvious he still hadn't gotten over his grudge against Fang Yue.
He had failed to become a Civil Scholar, while the other man had actually become a Martial Scholar.
He was the type to resent others' success, mock their failures, scorn the poor, and fear the rich.
Liu Chuanzhi was exactly this type of person. A piece of trash who used to trail behind him in the village like a Scholar's Attendant or a servant had actually managed to become a Martial Scholar.
A status higher than his own, and even higher than his father's.
How could he possibly bear it?
