Wearing a gold helmet, wielding the Tyrant's Spear, and riding a black horse, he was unstoppable.
Riding a thousand miles alone while being attacked from all sides, he was unstoppable.
Carrying the imperial edict and the hopes of a billion Donghua citizens on his back, he was unstoppable.
That year, 800 thousand troops split into four and conquered 16 nations in a single night. The entire nation celebrated the momentous achievement. However, no one noticed that he, despite being only 27 years old, lost 30 pounds overnight, and his hair turned white…
Tears welled up in Zhou Lie's eyes. He mumbled to himself, "You never understood your father, Feng. He's the most loyal and sentimental man I've ever known…"
Yun Muqing discreetly left the living room and went upstairs. She found Chu Feng leaning against the balcony and gazing at Lord Chu's Castle gleaming majestically under the sunset.
She could not guess what he was thinking.
Yun Muqing went up to Chu Feng and draped a jacket over his shoulders. "I'm sure you miss your home, right? He's your father after all."
Chu Feng stretched his arms and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Father? He's the almighty Lord Chu, the Emperor's equal and beloved by all. I, on the other hand, am the son of a lowly peasant. I don't deserve to be mentioned in the same sentence as him."
He left the balcony after that. Yun Muqing bit her lip as she watched him leave. There were so many things she wanted to tell him.
Chu Feng did not sleep well that night.
The next two days were uneventful. Other than eating and sleeping, Chu Feng spent the rest of his time with Duo Duo. He brought her to shopping malls and amusement parks.
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