The war between Xia Liang and Northern Qi lasted for three years. Xia Liang was brave and Northern Qi was good at fighting.
However, the fate failed, and successive years of disasters dealt a heavy blow to Xia Liang. When Northern Qi's cavalry broke through Xia Liang's city gate, the king of Xia Liang looked at the only prince who had just grown to his waist, "Are you willing to trade yourself for Xia Liang's many years of well-being?"
The immature son still couldn't understand the profound meaning of his father. He looked at his father and his tearful mother in confusion, and nodded blankly.
The king of Xia Liang seemed to have aged ten years suddenly, and the queen also cried for a while.
After getting on the carriage of Beiqi, Xia Liang's prince belatedly looked at Xia Liang's palace getting further and further away from him and started crying.