This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

"I wanted to buy osmanthus blossoms and share wine, but it will never be like the carefree days of my youth."
Zhang Ping'an stood atop the majestic imperial city, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, overlooking the world. His silver bird-patterned robe fluttered in the cold wind.
The image of Chen Zhishi, a young scholar in a Confucian robe, appeared before his eyes.
The one who desperately wanted to become an official, but only so that when he challenged injustice, his voice could be heard by more people, and his blood could be spilled higher.
Fang Jixian, a great Confucian scholar of the academy, was so eager to die that he wanted to provide future generations with a worthy example when they read about sacrificing oneself for righteousness...
He ripped off his silver official robe, threw it off the city wall, and shouted at the sky.
"Lord Dian, Zhang Ping'an doesn't want to be an official anymore!"
"What can one do if they don't become an official?" a calm voice asked from the sky.
Zhang Ping'an paused for a moment, then looked into the distance.
"To establish a moral compass for heaven and earth."
To establish a life for the people.
To continue the lost learning of the sages.
May peace prevail for all generations!
The calm voice shook its head: "To usher in an era of peace for all generations... that's too difficult."
"What if they go and never come back?"
"If I go and never come back..." Zhang Ping'an murmured softly, then grinned.
"Then I'll go and never return."