"Chief Historian, may I ask you a question?" Fu Lu seemed to have been curious for a while, but finally got the chance to speak, "Were you... born with such courage?"
"Not exactly." Zhu Yu wanted to say that courage can be cultivated, but thinking that as the concubine's daughter of Prince Shuo, this statement might be hard to uphold, she temporarily thought of another reason, "Mainly, I figured out one thing; inanimate objects won't jump up and harm people on their own.
Once a person dies and the lamp goes out, what's left of that body is no different from the pigs and sheep on a butcher's block.
When have you ever heard of a butcher being afraid of the pigs he slaughters?"
Fu Lu thought Zhu Yu made a lot of sense. He couldn't stand those young women and housewives who would scream in shock at the sight of a tree's shadow swaying, crying out "ghost".
