Hu Er’s sarcastic remarks left Husan utterly crestfallen. Originally, he had simply wanted a capable right-hand man, someone not too stupid, so how on earth had he ended up delivering himself to someone's doorstep to be ridden as a mount?
Had his judgment always been this good? Why hadn't he known?
In a daze, Husan—now unceremoniously demoted to the lowest rank in the household—spotted a glimmer of light: the dim, yellowish glow of a candle coming from the woodshed, his ultimate sanctuary.
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