Wu Mingli subtly clenched and unclenched his fists as his gaze fell on Duan Hu briefly before it went back to Yang Qing.
"Because of how fulfilled he looked when doing it, and how chivalrous he made the posting seem to be, I too at some point in life had entertained the thought of following in the same path and becoming a guardsman.
Our home was a constant hub of smiles of gratitude from our neighbors and those who my father had helped in one way or another both when he was on duty or off duty. Something I took great pride in at the time.." Wu Mingli paused as he smiled bitterly whilst shaking his head at his naivety from back then.
When trouble struck them back then, he desperately tried to go to those neighbors and those who owed his father a debt of gratitude, in the hopes that they would help the man they owed that debt to, but the moment trouble hit, their home turned from the king's palace into a beggar's cesspit that everyone did all they could to avoid.