"The throne?!"
The Regent King burst into laughter, full of disdain as he said, "Such a thing can be picked up by any hero in just a bow or a nod. Why would I need that?!"
"I've returned!"
"It's for my son!"
Chen Dingye clenched his fist, looking at the man of soaring spirit before him, like a nightmare, ah. How could such a hero, a man surpassing all in spirit and bravery—dreamt of night after night—return?!
The Regent King helped his son up and supported him onto his warhorse. Then he himself mounted, sitting atop such a steed with Chen Wenmian held in his embrace. The young Crown Prince asked, "...Where are we going?"
The Regent King said, "To conquer the world."
The warhorse moved its hooves as he lifted his gaze to the majestic Chen Country Imperial Palace and the officials of Chen Country, his palm still gripping the reins. His gaze swept over them, raising his riding crop and pointing one by one, saying:
