The old man's cloudy eyes looked at Lu Xun with excitement on his face. He said tremblingly, "It's the Crown Prince himself, the very image of before, just with a much more mature demeanor."
Lu Xun looked at the old man in surprise, wondering if someone had arranged this behind the scenes; his own identity needed no verification from others.
"I had the good fortune to see the Crown Prince and the Empress bestow alms, so I remember your appearance. You have finally returned," the old man said with a sigh.
Only then did Lu Xun recall that he indeed had dispensed alms with his mother. At that time, several cities in the north suffered from floods, and numerous refugees poured into the Capital City. As the Crown Prince, he had rarely left the palace, but on that occasion he did, to offer porridge to the refugees. That was also the first time he had contact with the lives of the common people. Their suffering was deeply etched in his memory.
