The sky was clear for miles.
The blue waves stretched endlessly.
White Sea.
Prince Ye stood on the deck, full of vigor and zest.
Before and behind, left and right, all around, ships sailed through with him, breaking the waves.
The little prince adjusted his white hat and leaned against the railing, filled with a boldness that seemed to challenge the heavens.
Indeed.
At this moment, he wore an official navy uniform, spotlessly white, its purity even neutralizing the devilish charm he possessed.
The scene stirred his sentiments.
Moved by emotion.
He couldn't help but open his mouth and recite a poem.
"Emperor Qin and Han Wudi, slightly lacking in literary grace, Tang Zong and Song Zu, somewhat inferior in elegance, the once mighty Genghis Khan, only knew archery for hunting eagles. All of them are past, to see true heroes, look at this age!"
Powerful and spirited.
He even added an exclamation at the end by himself.
Moved deeply, he couldn't help but slap the railing.
