"But then again, coming back to the topic." Zhan Nancheng smiled. "During my youth, when I was studying, every time I chanced upon the legends of brave heroes, I would hungrily devour the scroll, imagining myself as the character in the stories, unswayed by gold, righteous and brave, sweeping up a storm in the world or sprinting thousands of miles in the desert, or even leading armies to fight against enemies. How unparalleled would that satisfaction and happiness be? Alas, the moment I became emperor, I became stuck in the dreary depths of the palace alone, my life as boring as can be."
"Your Majesty, countless servants are willing to lead for you, how could anyone be compared to Your Majesty?" Meng Fuyao smiled, then sighed.
"The winds are in General Meng's favor, yet why do you sigh?"
