Due to matters concerning his fiancée, Gu Wen was summoned by his father to the main hall.
As he walked through the quiet corridor, all the maids and servants along the way stepped aside and bowed their heads.
Gu Wen found nothing strange about this.
If the house had been made of steel and concrete, he might have thought it odd.
At this moment, his heart was as calm as still water, with not a single ripple of emotion.
It was as if all his desires and feelings had vanished, replaced by a sense of nothingness.
This feeling was comfortable—he no longer worried about anything; he just needed to quietly gaze into the distance.
Memories began to surface in his mind, as if summoned from thin air.
The Gu family, a prominent family from the South Water region, had served in government for generations, managing a territory far removed from the chaos of the Central Plains.
They had survived through four dynasties and fifty-six emperors, holding a legacy for a thousand years.
They were a flow of dynasties, yet the Gu family was not considered a colossal force, merely a local power.
With an inheritance of eight hundred years, they were always on a sloped path; even if they fell, they would only roll a bit before stopping.