The first time we met, he was the prince, and he was the prince's companion; the second time we met, he was still the prince, and he was the prince's horse grooming. Everyone said that he would help him become the greatest king of the Kingdom of Heaven, because this prince Xima was such an outstanding person. Just like when I was a kid, everyone praised that person for his excellence. As a child, he hated his excellence because of jealousy; when he grew up, he still envied his excellence, but because of fear.