"That's just a bunch of pigs..."
Far away in the Desert North Royal Court, in the Ji Bei area, Xiang Rong, who had rushed back, lay in a bath barrel, still thinking about what had happened before.
Even though he had decided not to think about that old friend from the past, Xiang Rong still found some things hard to understand, such as why Ruan Shantao insisted on demonstrating his benevolence in the court of Southern Chen—when they both already knew that the officials of Southern Chen were nothing but pigs living off undeserved benefits.
But this old friend of his, back then, still plunged headlong into the pigsty.
