At this moment, at the quiet and peaceful entrance of the Temple, there stood a woman draped in a black robe and wearing a veil, along with a silent child dressed in white clothes. This child was barely over four years old, yet possessed a quietness uncommon among peers. He pressed his lips tightly together, looking intently at the two figures standing distinctly ten paces away. He tightly grasped the woman's hand, reluctant to step out of the Temple's door.
"Mom, who are they?…"
"Shaokang, they are the teachers sent by your father to take you for education."
"Mom, do I have to leave here? Can't... can't the teachers stay here in the Temple to teach me?…"
Nashu, draped in the black robe, remained silent for a moment, gently withdrew her hand, and slowly but firmly shook her head. With the veil covering her face, young Shaokang couldn't see his mother's reluctant expression, nor the beautiful eyes filled with tears.
