"Our country falls because of us!"
With a dignified composure, what he saw was the grandeur of the world, and the only possibility of winning with fewer troops and rescuing his father. Li Jianwen opened his mouth, and at this moment, he once again felt the immense gap between himself and his sister.
The gap was so enormous.
In his heart, he could not even muster resentment or unwillingness, only left with the dejection and helplessness of an ordinary man facing a genius. He opened his mouth, and at this moment, footsteps intentionally made louder could be heard from outside.
Li Jianwen looked over.
It was that itinerant merchant in a brown felt coat, black hair tied into a ponytail, unconventional by the etiquette standards of the Central Plains, his dark eyes smiling slyly, cunning, shrewd, poor, almost as if he was about to fall into the eyes of money, that Tian Ge'er.
