A dignified general stood beside the table, occasionally exchanging words with the other man.
The man was his cousin, Gong Junsong.
He wore a crisp military uniform and stood ramrod straight.
Having served in the army since he was young, he was impartial, stern, and rarely smiled.
Gong Juncong, on the other hand, had the outward appearance of a refined gentleman—amiable, humble, and prudent.
The two Gong brothers—one a scholar, the other a soldier—dedicated themselves completely, firmly holding the reins of power in the Capital City.
The moment Chaoyang saw the two busy men, he felt annoyed. He leaned back lazily on the sofa.
He shook his head wearily.
'Power means responsibility, endless toil, and immense effort.'
'Wouldn't it be better to spend a lifetime with the one you love, lost in the beauty of nature?'
His thoughts began to drift.
'Ever since I was a child, Father has been committed to training me to be two-faced.'
