The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward.
The waves wash away the heroes.
Success and failure become nothing in the blink of an eye.
No matter how unprecedented or unmatched, it will eventually turn into a handful of yellow earth.
The same holds true within the borders.
Overseas is no exception.
A bullet traced a simple and fluid trajectory and penetrated the right temple of the Japanese Prince.
A person's wealth, social status, and noble lineage may differ, but there is one aspect that is absolutely fair.
That is, whether a humble peasant or an emperor or general, everyone only has one life.
Once someone dies, it is impossible to be resurrected. This is true even for Emperor Shi, a unique figure throughout history, let alone a small prince from a tiny land.
Very well then.
This is truly the tragedy of a venture undone halfway through.
He had just stepped onto the stage, barely had time to perform, and was neatly taken down by a single shot.
