Yingtian Prefecture Prison.
Zhu Shuang reclined on a straw mat, holding a book in one hand and fanning himself lackadaisically. "So boring. Tell me, what is the point of living?"
Ma Yu felt a stir of interest. He placed his copy of the *Mozi* on the low table and said, "Do you want to hear the serious answer, or the unserious one?"
Chapter 25