"Mm, not before I was, shall we say, exonerated."

There's a dryness in his voice that's softened as he pats Sizhui's back, hand gentle. "These days, there's nowhere denied him should he wish to go."

He's not a feared Ghost General, possessed and believed of... well, it was hard to say. There'd been so much nonsense said about him and Wen Ning over the years he'd been alive, let alone the years he'd been all but dead, where to begin? None of them were helpful memories.