"Your Majesty, please leave quickly, the traitors have already invaded the Divine Palace!" A cry echoed through the grand hall.
"Heh, leave?"
"I'm the Divine Emperor. How can I abandon the Divine Court?"
The voice was deep and carried a hint of sadness and loneliness.
He could not see the figure in the image, but he could guess that it was the Divine Emperor.
"Du Quan, can I trust you?"
A voice sounded in the hall.
"Your Majesty, I would die without hesitation!" The voice of Marquis Zhenyang was resolute, with a tinge of sorrow.
"Good, you protect the Crown Prince and go to my uncle. if I die, you shall crown the Crown Prince and rebuild the Divine Palace."
An eight or nine-year-old child dressed in a bright yellow robe was brought to Marquis Zhenyang, who wore black armor. The Mystic Sun Sword was bound to the child's back.
