Breathing the air heavy with the murderous aura of swords and blades, feeling the piercing pain in both his heart and wounds, then, standing on the battlefield, he tightened his grip on his weapon, shouting as he charged forward, ignoring the stab of pain in his heart, letting his eyes turn red.
All he could do was fight with all his might.
At that time, even sorrow was a luxury for Prince Qin; an old saying goes, "the greatest sorrow is a heart that is dead, for actual death is second to it." Prince Qin wielded his weapon, guarding the nation's gates, and upon his return, boosted morale, arranging everything finally.
Only then could he allow himself to grieve.
Carrying the wish for peace across the land.
Even pain should not be displayed outwardly.
The Human Emperor is without joy or tears.
