The tenth year of Zhangwu, June.
Gu Chen left Luoyang once again.
Liu Shan personally led the civil and military officials to send him off from Luoyang, and at the moment of departure, he held Gu Chen's hand tightly, tears flowing endlessly.
"Shangfu."
"You must return soon."
"I cannot do without you."
Even with hundreds of officials and countless citizens beside him, Liu Shan did not mind losing his emperor's dignity in the slightest.
In front of Gu Chen, he truly seemed like a child.
Under his influence,
countless tears were shed outside the Luoyang city gates.
How could the citizens of Luoyang want Gu Chen to leave?
Sounds of sorrowful cries kept arising, mingled with the drumming for the troops, creating a strangely solemn atmosphere.
Zhao Yun's eyes were full of envy.
In truth, he wished he could go to battle with Gu Chen.
However, as one of Liu Bei's trusted confidants left behind,
Gu Chen kept Zhao Yun behind to prevent any internal chaos within the Great Han.
