Zhao Rong has known since he was a child that if he wants to survive, he must have no weaknesses. Giving a bowl of rice to a little beggar he had never met fifteen years ago was one of his few acts of kindness. Perhaps seeing the bright eyes on the little beggar's dirty face was like seeing his helpless but tenacious self. Fifteen years later, even if the little beggar sacrificed his life to repay his kindness, Zhao Rong just said "reward" with an expressionless face. If you want wealth, let him be rich; if you want glory, reward him with glory. What the world wants is nothing more than glory, wealth and success. Fifteen years have passed, and the little beggar is no longer the tattered look he once was, but his eyes are still clear and full of firm light. "I don't want anything... Ahem, I just want to be the prince's guard and protect him all his life."——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————