Three hundred years later, the burning passion in Huo Jingyu's heart not only had not diminished but had grown even more intense.
Even though for him, dying on the battlefield felt like something that happened just before he blinked.
"Marshal Huo, please rise." Ye Wanlan waved her hand, assisting Huo Jingyu up, and smiled, "Having Marshal Huo's support is indeed my great fortune."
A wise ruler and a loyal minister are forever inseparable.
A good bird chooses its tree; a wise minister chooses their master.
Thus, she, as a ruler, naturally also needed the ability to make these wise ministers willingly follow her.
Winning the people's hearts is winning the world. Sitting high for long, the most taboo is losing one's original intent.
She is not a saint; she has shortcomings, and she doesn't dare to guarantee that she can accomplish everything.
But she will constantly remind herself to remain consistent.
