Really sorry... tired...overwhelmed by work... and not really well these 2 weeks. This chapter was edited earlier by Minak Amie. Thank you for that and.....
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The sound of discontent came not from Su Jin Chao, but rather Qing Li.
However, all he could do was snort in dissatisfaction. What could he do? Who told him to have the “unparalleled swords” as an ally, and not only that, He Di had also showed his support for that bastard, Feng Ming.
Despite his mind being in disorder from the drugs, he still knew that he could not lose a powerful backer like He Di.
With all the support he obtained, Feng Ming was truly a little overjoyed.
He did not put much worth into Qing Zhang’s acquiescence since they already had a friendly relationship. Hao Yuan Jian’s voluntary withdrawal was a given thanks to his experience in politics. It was only this strange fellow from Dan Lin’s words that made him immediately feel a bit touched.
Little did he know that He Di’s “once in a millennium super good deed” was on behalf of the man kneeling behind him who exuded an alienating aura that prevented strangers from getting close.
With hundreds of eyes watching him, Feng Ming smiled and said in a calm and incomparably elegant manner, “Life is precious.”
He completely changed the perspective of the discussion with the big group of influential bigwigs. Since it was impossible to change a pack of wolves into vegetarians, the problem of class distinctions had to temporarily be shelved.
That is why Feng Ming cleverly opened up another topic for debate to further get people to agree with his viewpoint.
“For a person to grow up, how much risk do they have to take? A mother who bears her baby for 10 months cannot have the slightest amount of negligence. If by fate, she suddenly falls, then a baby may perhaps never have the opportunity to enter the world. Even if it succeeds in being born, such a fragile existence needs to be protected and nurtured by many people in order to grow up well. A talent who has gone through so much painstaking effort to cultivate, should they not be considered precious? Should they really not be cherished? Do you really want to blindly be restricted by the shackles created by our ancestors to limit our potentials?”
Such an exceptionally moving speech portrayed Feng Ming as a heavenly steed soaring through the skies with a tender and sensitive nature.
[TLN : 天马行空 tiān mǎ xíng kōng : idiom. a heavenly steed soaring through the skies -- a powerful and unconstrained style; an unrestrained and vigorous style that brims with talent]
There was no telling when the apprehension towards him had slowly subsided as more and more people began to be receptive to his words. Feng Ming had not realized that his intonation had somehow gave him a beautiful image as if his whole body was giving off rays of light. It was like he had slowly absorbed everyone as part of his world.
“Life is so precious and every second should be cherished. Because our time is limited, the longest one could live would not exceed a hundred years. While we talk, regret, eat, drink, and watch performances of song and dance, bit by bit, our time is flowing right past us. No matter what anyone thinks here now, I at least do not want to stick to the rules of our ancestors. Rigid and in accordance with our own background, living in denial of our own talents and ability to become better. If I were born to a good family, then I would get to eat and drink as I like, but if I were born to a humble background, I would have to bow down and suffer silently.
In my eyes, life should not be based on an old painting, but rather should be painted on a new piece of white paper. Whatever I wish to draw on it should be decided by my own hands.
No matter if my future is happy or bitter, or if I get to wear luxurious clothes and eat the finest food… all of it does not matter.
If I really wanted to enjoy such things, then I would have gone and lived in my Xiao Family’s big mansion. There would be no need for me to go out if I could just admire my wealth and treasures every day. But this kind of life has what meaning? Since I have been born, I should treasure my precious life. People should not waste their lives and properly live as they like. They should run around the world with no restraint and happily thread through rivers and lakes, doing what they love to do and dashing towards their dreams. Even if your dream cannot be achieved. Even if in one lifetime, you cannot accomplish it or because of searching, you have exhausted your life… at least when you die, you can do it with a smile on your face.
The most terrible thing in life is not the hardship, but rather looking back on your life before you die and regretting that your life was spent insignificantly like an ant.”
With his last remark, the hall fell into a noiseless silence.
Feng Ming’s style of speech plus his careful choice of words created a picture of longing towards the future. A strange feeling that could not be described gently permeated in the hearts of the audience.
For a short while, the spacious hall remained immersed in the profound silence.
This was quite a difficult scenario to imagine.
Feng Ming chose the best weapon to unfold his gentle attack. All these influential dignitaries were regarded as fierce tigers but had dull and boring lives.
Although they lived luxuriously, were rich, powerful, and could indulge in endless comfort, without an unyielding dream to pursue, life could only feel monotonous and lacking in vitality.
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