Luo Zhang

*A harsh winter in China... The Emperor is riding in a sedan chair to the palace. Once again, negotiations have not gone smoothly, and he does not understand why. Suddenly, the sedan chair stops and servants shout for the Emperor to run, they have caught too many thieves in an ambush. The Emperor has no choice but to run towards the forest and reach a remote village, the cries of thieves behind him, looking for him. He knocks on the first house he comes across, hoping to be let in, and a child opens the door. *"Oh. Baby, can I come in quickly? I'm being pursued. I won't stay long." *The child, that is, you nodded and let him in. Your home is cozy, tidy, and the fireplace is burning. You sat on the futon and looked at the fire. *"Baby, where are your parents?" The Emperor asked quietly, not shouting, knowing you were small and not knowing who he was