"Is... is this allowed?" Shen Shizong's jaw nearly hit the floor. He had expected chaos, never imagining Zheng Xiu would win the race's approval so easily.
Huo Huo turned back. "What do you mean?"
Shen Shizong said, "He's the Red King."
Huo Huo suddenly took a deep breath. "To be honest, even I am not sure how the Holy Emperor will view this if word gets back to Daqian."
Shen Shizong whipped his head around and glanced at the equally astonished Daqian soldiers. He seemed to grasp the deeper meaning behind Huo Huo's words and replied with a knowing tone, "This... I'm afraid it's a double-edged sword."
Huo Huo nodded, his expression complicated as he closed his eyes and sighed. "For Daqian, this is an immense stroke of good fortune! An event worthy of being recorded in the annals of history! But whether it will actually make it into the history books, allowing General Zheng's only heir to have his name immortalized..."
