He paused slightly. "I am an assassin."
“But you are also a musician.” Feng Guang walked down the street, and the desolate scene around her could not affect her good mood. “Your music is very beautiful. That day in the palace, my royal brother and brother, as well as those civil and military officials, all praised you highly.”
"It's just the skill of a musician."
She tilted her head. "Are you still angry? Because of what my father said."
"I'm not angry." He wouldn't feel angry, because Xia Chao was right. In the eyes of these people in high positions of power, his status was the same as that of those musicians.
Feng Guang gave a nonchalant "Oh," then stared at his profile and said, "Actually, I think that in this world, people are indeed divided into different classes. This is a deeply ingrained worldly concept that has been around for thousands of years. Even if I am a princess, I can't change it. Look, I still have palace maids serving me, don't I?"
"From the moment a person is born, their social status is determined; this is an unbreakable principle."
“Yes.” She nodded, agreeing with him, “But you know what? Even seemingly unbreakable routines can actually change.”
Si Jia finally turned his cold gaze to her.
She smiled, took off the red ribbon that tied her hair, and her long black hair obediently fell behind her head, down to her waist. He suddenly remembered the lines from the opera: "When my hair reaches my waist, will you marry me, young man? When your hair is properly tied, will you lay out ten miles of red bridal procession?"
But the last two lines are: "I fear my hair will grow to my waist, and the young man will fall for another."
“This ribbon was originally just for decoration on my purse, something I could do without. But now, I need to use it to tie my hair, so it holds a slightly more importance for me.” She frowned slightly in distress. “After all, if I don’t even have it, I’ll have to go out with my hair down every day, Sijia, do you understand what I mean?”
Si Jia remained silent.
As she twirled the ribbon with her fingers, she said leisurely, "Actually, everyone is subject to social class distinctions. But even a woodcutter, in the hearts of his wife and children, is someone with an unparalleled status. Even if royalty stood before his family, they wouldn't feel that the royalty's status was greater than the woodcutter's. So... how can a woodcutter's status be more important than royalty? Sijia, do you think this is reasonable?"
“I have no family,” Si Jia said, “so I don’t know if it’s reasonable or not.”
"So you don't have anyone important in your heart? For example... Princess Wuyou?"
What truly constitutes importance?
"What I mean is... if she's in trouble, you're willing to do anything to help her; if her life is in danger, you can abandon your own to save her; if someone treats her badly, you want to kill that person... Do you have these feelings?"
Si Jia was eerily silent for a second. "She once said that I was her friend. Although I don't understand what friendship is, I would definitely help her if she were in danger."
Feng Guang felt a pang of sadness, but it was also as expected. "That makes sense. It seems you still think she's quite important..."
"But I wouldn't risk my life for her."
Upon hearing this, she was stunned.
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