Fortune is sought amidst danger, yet often lost there as well.
The odds of gaining are one in ten, but the odds of losing are nine in ten.
The Chen family has stood firm in the court for centuries, having seen countless fleeting visitors and gamblers pass through.
They’ve weathered the loss of many prodigious talents, not by always winning, but by never being completely defeated.
The reason Chen Ji dared to come to the Literary Hall was because he deeply understood that the Chen family’s alignment with the Crown Prince’s downfall was a matter of compulsion.
If there was a chance to shift allegiances, the Chen family would never miss it.
Chen Lizun stood and cupped his hands politely toward Elder Chen: “Father, I will personally go to the Qi family right away.”
Elder Chen shook his head: “No need for you to go yourself. Send Chen Huang, the steward by your side. And make sure he goes with a confident swagger.”
Chen Lizun was momentarily taken aback but lowered his voice to reply: “Understood.”
After Chen Lizun had left, Elder Chen looked toward Chen Ji: “Do you know why I didn’t let your eldest uncle go in person?”
Chen Ji pondered for a moment: “Noble words are slow.”
Elder Chen stroked his beard and thought for a moment: “A fine phrase—‘noble words are slow’—that is exactly its meaning.”