"Father, you have become unhappy."
Emperor Yan is sitting with his majestic horse and golden sword hanging high.
Beneath him is a dragon chair made of gold chairs from the Seven Kingdoms.
The feet that accompanied him through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood naturally spread apart.
Two slight wrinkles made Siyi's trembling sword eyebrows look soothing
A pair of starry eyes that see through the bustling city and penetrate people's hearts.
The left arm that only needs to be slightly raised to cause the roar of 300,000 Yan troops, there is a chubby girl of seven or eight years old lying on the arm.
The generous right palm that had impressed the heroes countless times and turned enemies into friends was pressing the little fat girl's back, preventing her from struggling to crawl out.
"Only people in this position can know why I became unhappy."
Sixteen years later…
