It was an outstandingly tall and straight figure that towered over the entrance like a magnificent hill.
There was a look of shock and consternation in the woman's eyes. Almost immediately, there was a sense of joy radiating from within her heart.
"Why are you here?’’ she asked naively.
The man had long, slightly messy hair. His delicate, chiseled face made him seem more and more irreverent. There was even a somewhat belle-like charm exuding out o f the man.
"I'm here to take you away."
"I'm not leaving," said the woman decisively. "I can’t leave my child, and..."
She looked at him with a pale complexion." You're the king of the enemy country, yet you came into my palace as if it's unguarded. Are you insulting our soldiers?"
The man smiled wickedly. "I'm merely insulting your king."
The woman turned her head away, no longer wanting to look at him.
The man walked in, and it was as if he had brought the sun of his country with him. H e walked up to the woman and asked, "Are you reluctant to leave because of him?" The man lifted her chin recklessly.
Her eyes were slightly red, and the tears in her eyes flickered.
However, she did not answer him.
At this time, the young boy in the woman's arms raised his head. He looked at the man and asked, "Do you love my mother?"
"What kind of question is that? What am I doing here if I don't love her? Am I here for fun?"
The young boy asked again, "Then how much do you love my mother? Do you love her more than how much my father loves her?"
The man sneered. "Your father doesn't even deserve to be your father. Did you know that when he lost to me back then, he sold both you and your mother to me?"
The young boy was stunned. This fact had clearly caused him much grief.
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