Come On, Daxia Is Nearly Finished. What’s the Point of Talking About This?

Incense burns without end in the temples, towers and pavilions stretch across the sky, good and evil intertwine, and karma goes on without cease.

If the world is a broken melody, then human lives are nothing but endless cycles of death and rebirth.

"Is Great Xia really beyond saving?"

"It can be saved, but we'll have to do it on our knees."

"Impossible! Even if Great Xia dies, it will never kneel!!!"

"Then there's no saving it, unless you can bring the Empress to me and have her listen to me. If I can have a good talk with her, maybe Great Xia can survive a few more years."

"You said it yourself. See the young lady sitting beside us? The one you keep pestering every day? She's the Empress. I've brought her here, so you'd better come up with a solution."

Qin Qingmo: "Go on, tell me."

Su Che: "Tell you what?"

Qin Qingmo: "How to save Great Xia."

Su Che: "Why talk about that in broad daylight? Let's not discuss that. Let's talk about something else."

Qin Qingmo: "Should we first deal with internal threats or repel foreign invaders?"

Great Xia is on the verge of collapse, but it won't fall just yet.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.