As the dawn broke, Sun Chaoen had already finished washing up, holding a bowl of hot porridge, sipping it while comparing the local chronicles of Ji Country to the map.
At this moment, the study door opened, and Cai Miao came in with a bowl of ginseng soup, taking the porridge bowl from Sun Chaoen's hand, and said, "You are now considered to be of the standard third-rank, yet you still have porridge for breakfast? I've prepared old chicken ginseng soup for you, drink it while it's hot."
Sun Chaoen thanked her, taking a sip without taking his eyes off the local chronicles.
Cai Miao sat quietly beside him, not speaking, until the scheduled chime rang, Sun Chaoen closed the book, and Cai Miao asked, "Why do you still work so diligently?"
Sun Chaoen sighed, "Power is like water moon mirror flowers, or like morning dew and mist, disappearing in no time. If I don't work hard now, by the time I lose power, it will be too late for regret."
