The autumn wind brings a refreshing coolness, but in the courtyard, it is a heated debate.
The scholars' debate is like a grand event, attracting more and more spectators, and arousing their emotions to an ever greater pitch.
This debate will leave a painting in the long stream of their lives; even if they have no hope of passing high exams in the future, they will still be stirred when recalling this debate.
They do not yet know that this debate will later lead to the Great Qing's economic boom, making it a truly prosperous and economically developed nation.
Song Ci might also, perhaps many years later, think of this scene and still break into a knowing smile.
If she indeed has a future.
Even if she doesn't, they will have one.
Song Ci glanced at her few young grandchildren sitting beside her, her gaze gentle.
This debate had lasted for two hours and was nearing its end; it was time to return home.
