"Gang Leader, the Commandery Princess is looking for you."
Chen Jie stood on the embankment, watching the flood inundating Xiantao Village, his eyes filled with reluctance and nostalgia.
But more so, there was determination. Chen Jie, whose aspirations encompassed the realm, and aimed at the highest honors, knew he could not sacrifice the greater for the lesser. Today, although his own home and ancestral tomb were submerged, what he gained in return was the people's favor.
The favor of the people, that is the world's most precious treasure.
As Chen Jie pondered this, he heard Chen Wang approach to report, and turning around, he saw the Commandery Princess watching him from not far away.
At that moment, Chen Jie turned and said to Wu Zhong, "Uncle Zhong, you take charge here for now, as for Zhou Chu!"
He looked towards Zhou Chu, who was still sitting amidst the muck, his eyes conveying a sense of desolation.
