The vast starry night seems boundless, hidden in the distant twilight, much like the world in people's hearts. At this moment, as one gazes up, the stars seem to align with the divine descendants on earth, like the flourishing city-states and tribes scattered across the endless world. This is exactly the astronomical concept held by Central American priests for thousands of years.
"The story of the Great Chief... the enfeoffment of sons?... The youngest guarding the hearth?"
Bertade gazed at the starry sky, and also at His Highness. He understood the boundless ambition in His Highness's story but couldn't fathom the allegorical reference to reality.
"The so-called 'enfeoffment of sons,' does it refer to the princes of the royal family, or to the princes that His Highness will have in the future? If it's the latter, then His Highness currently only has young Xiu Hua as a son, does it mean..."
