The pieces of porcelain under his feet were crushed by huge force, making crisp sounds from time to time.

Although fragments were pierced under his big feet, blood slowly flowed out.

But his resolute and majestic face never changed at all.

I walked to the edge of the stream, sat directly on a huge rock, put my feet into the stream, and swung them a few times, and then took them back.

Fusu looked at the pieces of porcelain covered with his father's feet, and couldn't help but feel a little chilled, and a little sad.

"Father, why do you have to do this?"

The tears in the corner of Fusu's eyes could no longer help but flow down. He limped over, knelt down directly, stretched out his hand, and helped Ying Zheng take out the wreckage fragments on his feet.

"Su'er."

"A qualified king must not only be able to tolerate what ordinary people cannot, but also to make the sky collapse and the earth breaks, but the face remains unchanged."

"Slight pain is nothing. The king will not hurt, nor can it hurt."

"Even if it hurts, it cannot be revealed. You can only bear the pain alone."

"Your heart is unpredictable, and you can only be powerful without anger!"

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu who bandaged his wound and said meaningfully.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. If it weren't for teaching you this stupid child, why would my father be a shame for me?

I really hope that you can understand your father’s painstaking efforts!
Chapter completed!