"My father still isn't willing to teach me any unrivaled sword techniques," Pei Qian sighed with a sullen look on her face.2

"You have to take things one step at a time," Wei Xian replied in a comforting manner.0

Pei Qian crouched down onto the ground with her back against the railing as she heaved a forlorn sigh.0

Wei Xian looked down at her and said, "It's alright, you'll still be your same mediocre self tomorrow, you just have to get used to it."0

Pei Qian looked up at Wei Xian with a resentful look in her eyes as she asked, "How did someone like you ever find a wife?"0

Wei Xian considered the question for a moment, then replied, "All of my wives were found for me by other people, but I wasn't able to marry the woman that I liked the most."0

"Why did she not want to marry you?" Pei Qian asked. "It's not your fault that you're ugly."1

Neither of them appeared to be particularly adept at consoling other people.2

Wei Xian rested his chin on the railing as he explained, "It wasn't because of my looks, she wasn't that good-looking herself. At the time, my family was very poor, and I wanted to earn some big money before coming back to marry her. However, the world became a very chaotic place during that time, and she died, while I survived."1

Pei Qian stood up and patted Wei Xian on the arm as she consoled, "Don't be sad, it's all in the past now. It's already been so many years, yet you're still thinking of her, so she's still living on in your memories, right? Think about it this way: if you were able to marry her back then, perhaps you would've slowly become sick of her over time, and you definitely wouldn't have been able to become emperor."6

Wei Xian nodded in response. 0

"That's true. Back then, there weren't many people around me who could see things as clearly as you do. All of the literary classics that they read didn't do them any good at all."2

"Old Man Wei, what official position do you...0