...ture of frustration and indecision.
He walked rigidly, a sign he was thinking of something else other than the
book he'd taken from the shelf. Mulan walked in, hesitating. "Shang?" He
didn't turn around. But just as she turned to go, he spoke."You heard us?" "Yes." He stood up and faced Mulan. "Why doesn't he
understand every son has to follow his father? I did the same thing and so
did my father. Why can't he see that?" Mulan kept silent, not knowing if it
was wise to speak. She did anyway. "Shang, he just isn't...you." Mulan
gently placed her hand on his cheek as if to comfort him. "I'll go talk to
Zhen."As she left, Shang contemplated her words. She was right. How often
had he seen Zhen with his nose in a book. Even when he woke just before the
sun rose, he'd see Zhen reading by candlelight in his room. Zhen never was
into anything involved with the military. To Shang's surprise, his son was
more suitable for a minister's position.Sure, he was trained like a soldier but the truth glared at Shang in
the face. His son was made to be in court. Shang grimaced. His son, a
minister? One of those untrustworthy men who always had something behind
them? But Shang had more faith in him than that. As he looked out the
window of his room, he saw Mulan hugging her son in the garden and sighed.
She was so much better at showing her affection for people. Better than him
any day. It was a result of be...