“I can’t compare to him in any of these areas.”

Wei Yan said sadly.

“I used to be physically weak and couldn’t do things that took too much time.”

Reading, writing, drawing, and so on all require a lot of time to see results.

"You are still better than him in some ways."

Yun Shu suddenly said.

"Which point?"

"You are exceptionally resilient."

Yun Shu smiled.

"Look how hard I'm trying to comfort you, but you, no matter how hard you try to convince me, are just not as good as your older brother in every way."

Wei Yan: "..."

His face flushed red.

"But I can't not compete..."

Yun Shu sighed.

"Just admit the truth: in terms of literary talent and martial prowess, you will never surpass your elder brother in this lifetime."

Since you know you can't compare no matter what, why not try a different path?

Why force yourself into a corner and live in constant pain?

Wei Yan was speechless.

He suddenly realized that the reason he was in pain was because he couldn't accept reality.

The reality is that he is not as good as his older brother, yet he still fantasizes about surpassing him.

Because he and his mother were almost killed by Aunt Chang, he tried to take back everything and slap them in the face.

But he couldn't do it.

They also couldn't accept their own incompetence.

"You're right, I should take a different approach."

Wei Yan gradually calmed down.

Yun Shu ignored him and, seeing that Xiao Qingyin and the others had not returned, took out her account book and started calculating.

Wei Yan glanced at it and saw that it was full of unfamiliar characters.

Curious, he asked, "What is this? Did you create this font?"