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"Very well, please rise quickly, no need for formalities! I have only recently arrived in the capital, but I have already heard of your many deeds. Today, I heard that you were coming to visit, and I was curious, so I came to meet you. Now that I see you, you are indeed dashing and imposing! Hahaha..." Old Zhuang said with a smile on his face.

Standing to the side, Old Master Jin quickly bowed and humbly replied, "Scholar Zhuang, you flatter me. Xi-ge'er was merely doing his duty; he really doesn't deserve such praise!"

However, at this moment, Jin Shuai was secretly thinking to himself: "Judging from this old man's posture, could it be that he's planning to cause some trouble? Why does it feel like there's a hint of sarcasm in his words! If you old man are stubborn, don't blame me for not being polite to you!"

As expected, Zhuang Xuejiu abruptly changed the subject, his face still bearing that ambiguous smile, and leisurely said, "I've heard something in the court! Brother Xi, you actually managed to overturn the merits and achievements that Prime Minister Han had accumulated over the years, causing him to be convicted and his entire family to be exterminated. Not only that, but even several righteous officials who spoke out were implicated and suffered the same fate. Isn't such an act heroic, divine, and extraordinary?" After saying this, Zhuang Xuejiu leisurely stroked his beard, adopting a smug and composed demeanor.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Old Master Jin's face also turned cold. Just as he was about to speak, Jin Shuai said with a smile, "Scholar Zhuang, I've always had a question: should one be clear about right and wrong, or should one play dumb? I would appreciate it if you could enlighten me."

Zhuang Xuejiu frowned deeply, lost in thought. He knew that the problem he faced was like a bottomless pit, and one wrong step would plunge him into it from which he could not escape. If he answered with a clear distinction between right and wrong, he would have to swallow back the words he had just spoken; but if he chose to answer with feigned ignorance, wouldn't he become a scholar who couldn't distinguish right from wrong and would be ridiculed? Thinking of this, Zhuang Xuejiu couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and no longer dared to underestimate the young man before him who was still in his childhood.

The Golden General crossed his arms, head held high, and stared directly at Scholar Zhuang, saying, "Old Zhuang, don't put on airs in front of me! As the saying goes, reason knows no age. Even if you are learned and old, it doesn't mean your level is necessarily superior. Is Han Qi's responsibility merely the loss of 20,000 soldiers for the Song Dynasty? That's the shattering of countless families! Mothers lost their sons, wives lost their husbands, and children lost their fathers. Worse still, some families relied entirely on one soldier for sustenance. Now that the soldiers have died on the battlefield, how are these orphans and widows supposed to survive? Is it too much to exterminate their entire clan? I ask you, old scholar, can you so disregard the soldiers of our Song Dynasty who guard the borders? If you are such a heartless and ungrateful person, what use are you scholars who study the classics for the Song Dynasty?!"

Upon hearing Jin Shuai's impassioned words, Zhuang Xuejiu was first taken aback, then stroked his beard and burst into laughter, saying, "Hahaha, what a quick-witted little fellow! No wonder you're a man blessed by immortals! Your concern for the people is a blessing to our Great Song! Haha, Hong Lang need not be considered; he is a perfect match for Hua'er. However, you must give me, this old man Zhuang, a reason for calling me 'Old Man Zhuang,' or I will not allow it." After saying this, the old man looked at Jin Shuai with a smile, seemingly patiently waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation.