Chen Hanyang was an emperor, twenty-four years old, and had reigned for four years. He was the master who ascended the throne when the country had no master, and the general who fought bloody battles on the border when the frontiers were in turmoil. The remnant soldiers defended their homes and country, and now they defended the borders and returned to the court victoriously; the emperor rode out of the tent where he was camping alone in the middle of the night, attacked the enemy's third camp, and took advantage of the darkness to bring back the body of his brother from the enemy's main camp. The news spread throughout the capital, and even though he saw it with his own eyes, he still didn't think it was real. In just one year, Chen Hanyang's young life of wearing bright clothes and angry horses was gone forever. From now on, there was only a wise emperor, but no benevolent monarch. He is twenty years old this year.
Time always flies very fast, and the newly-entered palace maids have not known for a long time that in the cannibal palaces of the past dynasties, there was also a little sun-like prince named Chen Hanyang who was a personal mediator. Chen Hanyang is twenty-four years old this year and is a lonely emperor in a lonely city wall. The ministers all loved him, but of course, they were also afraid of him. He stood with his shoulders raised to the sky, shielding his country from the wind and rain. One day, this pillar of the country fell down and fell down temporarily, but soon stood up and patted the ground. He didn't even suffer any superficial injuries, but his memory went back to when he was seventeen years old.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
