This Live-in Son-in-Law Is Righteous to the Extreme!

"I went out to buy osmanthus flowers and drink with you, but it was never like the days of our youth."

With one hand on his sword hilt, Zhang Ping'an stands atop the towering imperial city, looking down over all the people of the world. His silver uniform, embroidered with flying birds, snaps in the cold wind.

Before his eyes appears Chen Zhishi, a young scholar in a Confucian robe.

He had wanted to become an official, not for power, but so more people would hear his voice when he challenged injustice, and his blood would splatter higher.

Fang Jixian, the great scholar of the academy, had wanted nothing more than to die, so that future generations reading about laying down one's life for justice would have someone to look up to...

Zhang Ping'an tears off his silver official robe and throws it from the city wall, shouting at the sky.

"Your Highness, Zhang Ping'an doesn't want to be an official anymore!"

"What can you do if you aren't an official?" a calm voice asks from the sky.

Zhang Ping'an pauses and looks into the distance.

"To establish a heart for Heaven and Earth.

To secure a life for the people.

To continue the lost teachings of the sages of old.

To bring peace to all generations!"

The calm voice shakes its head. "To bring peace to all generations... That's too difficult."

"What if I don't return?"

"What if you don't return..." Zhang Ping'an murmurs, then grins.

"Then I simply won't return."