The lotus emerges from the mud unstained, bathed by clear ripples yet not alluring. Straight-stemmed and hollow-hearted, it neither vines nor branches. Its fragrance grows purer with distance as it stands tall and clean, a sight to be admired from afar, but never to be defiled.
Gao Neng was no lotus.
But he had indeed grown up in a dark environment, and he had managed to preserve his own integrity.
However, this upbringing also caused him to subconsciously avoid certain things, making him seem like he didn't quite fit in.
But now, Gao Neng had come to a realization about this.
On the Northern District Battlefield, the hopes of a hundred thousand soldiers and twenty million civilians rested on his shoulders. Fang Yuan, Wu Qingjing, and Yutian were also watching him.
But was that all?
No!
Liang Qi was watching him, too, as were Liang Qi's supporters.
Would these people want Gao Neng to be successfully elected as Speaker of the Parliament?
Absolutely not!
