Lu Xun turned around and saw a teenage boy standing alone among the kneeling figures. He could have been twelve years old at most, maybe even younger. The white cloth could not hide his noble demeanor. He stood upright with his young body, even though he was trembling slightly, he still wanted to use his stubbornness and life to restore the last dignity of his broken motherland. If that wasn't enough to shake the Emperor's cold heart, his face certainly would.
The grand and glorious beauty of this twelve-year-old boy tilted the universe. At this moment, all the stars slid to the horizon and sank into the deepest and deepest seabed.
Lu Xun walked towards him unknowingly. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, he reached out and picked up this lonely and blooming child, and walked out as if there was no one around.
Fu Chao was the first to react. He opened his mouth and wanted to call His Majesty, but his voice was stuck in his throat. Fu Chao, Fu Hengbo. The talented young prime minister of the Dahan Empire and Lu Xun's right-hand man. At this moment, he clearly realized that something would never be the same.
Intention: Half life for the country, half life for you.