He looked over from his palanquin, the young general dressed in silver-white armor standing amidst light and shadow. A blood-red cloak added a touch of sternness to his delicate features, rare in their refinement.
This General Fu, renowned for his military achievements in the Heavenly Fate Dynasty, was not as tall and burly as he had imagined. Even from a man's perspective, he appeared somewhat slender and frail.
The curtain fell, and the vision of the young general was lost from sight.
Jiang Huan couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment. His thoughts wandered uncontrollably... If General Fu changed his attire and walked among the crowd, wouldn't he be mistaken for a pampered young master from a wealthy family?
Prince Rong entered the Imperial Palace to see His Majesty.
The Emperor, who had passed the age of knowing his destiny, was very tolerant of his brother who was two cycles younger. He personally stood to help Jiang Huan rise.
