Attack Chen...
Attack Chen.
Yan Daiqing looked at these two simple words, but remained silent and dazed for a long time.
He thought of his hometown, of the past of studying hard in his youth, of many things, the sunshine of Chen Country, and the wheels that rolled over the bluestone floor outside the window while reading.
These two words, Attack Chen, like a sharp sword, thoroughly cleaved a gigantic chasm between Yan Daiqing's memories and reality once again.
In the wind at the end of August in Jiangnan, there was already a slight chilly melancholy. Yan Daiqing wrapped his hands in his sleeves, looking at the distant sky, thinking about his parents at home. When he left home, he hoped to become a renowned scholar.
"But, Father, Mother, have I really become a renowned scholar?"
"Would you be proud of me?"
Even if, your son is to personally become a member of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion.
To attack his former country.
Yan Daiqing's expression was somewhat complex.
