If one's life could be exchanged for the safety of a city's people, then what harm would there be in dying a thousand, ten thousand times?
Xiang Chen suddenly recalled something his Imperial Elder Sister had once said—
"A monarch who cannot protect his subjects is unworthy of the title."
To be a ruler, is to nurture all under heaven.
To be a king, is to aid the whole world.
These were the very duties of a monarch.
Suddenly, Xiang Chen drew his sword, to the great alarm of the few remaining old ministers, who one after another chased after him.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, you must not!"
"Your Majesty, you are of inestimable value, the True Dragon Emperor, you simply cannot belittle your own life like this because of their words!"
