From the very beginning, he considered himself well-versed in ancient history, insightful and wise from the lessons of predecessors, thus able to avoid mistakes as much as possible.
But reality proved that many things are difficult to truly learn from without personal experience, tasting their lessons and helplessness.
One does not grow truly or avoid all erroneous choices and regrets just by reading a few books or browsing through historical records.
The current him is no longer the Chu Zheng who can do as he pleases, doing whatever he wants.
The further he goes, the more shackles bind him, the heavier the burdens he carries.
The tides of the era and the threads of causality tightly wrap around him; often, he cannot follow his heart and now must choose the cruelest, yet only correct path.
Yan Feng remained silent, simply bowing his head lower, tightly holding the Emperor Palace.
Chu Zheng gave him a deep look, said no more, and turned to leave the secret chamber.
