Time flies, and the years swiftly pass.
Autumn of Kaiping's 8th year in Great Yan, at the Royal Pasture, two small teams are competing.
"The Imperial Brother has lost." The young man dressed in a bright yellow Five-Clawed Golden Dragon robe, wearing a golden crown, looked at the battlefield below and spoke to the person beside him.
"He has lost, yet he also won." He won hearts and loyalty.
"Imperial Aunt?"
These two are the Emperor of Great Yan, Emperor Kaiping Jhin Mingdong, and the Regent Consort Wufu.
"Though they are his guards, they are also his companions. Even if he is their master and has the right to be protected and escape first, it would be too cold-hearted to leave them to die without trying to save them if there's a breath of life left. In this way, he's doing well." Wufu gazed with a smile at her son, who lay sprawled in the shape of a big character below on the pasture.
