The little boy beside him said with a worshipful, excited face, "Sir! You came from Xianyang, the imperial capital of Great Qin? I heard it's incredibly prosperous there, and they have everything. Oh, do you know what His Majesty is like?"
Zhao Fu answered with a smile, "Xianyang is indeed prosperous and lively. As for His Majesty, he's rather ordinary."
The little boy looked unconvinced and said with a trace of anger, "Sir! You can't say that. Our Majesty is the greatest sovereign in the world. Not only is his appearance rare in this world, but his bearing is also mighty and domineering. No one is more noble than him."
Zhao Fu said with a smile, "If you already know, why ask me?"
The little boy said somewhat sheepishly, "I only heard those things from others; I've never seen His Majesty myself. I think His Majesty in person must be even more mighty and domineering than the legends say."
Watching his grandson chat with Zhao Fu, the village chief took the opportunity to say, "Sir! Could I trouble you to take a look at my grandson's aptitude? See whether he has the potential to become a general of Great Qin in the future. He isn't good at studying, but perhaps he has some hope as a general."
With a pair of innocent, expectant eyes, the little boy looked at Zhao Fu. "Please, sir! I also want to join the Great Qin Army like my father and serve the Great Qin Empire. I'll work hard to become a general, so Grandpa, Grandma, and Mother can live good lives."
Somewhat surprised, Zhao Fu asked with a smile, "Your father was in the army too? Has he become a general now?"
At those words, the little boy's eyes began to glisten with tears.