The Marquis Was Born in the '90s

What good is it to say the peach blossoms flourish in heaven and apricot blossoms abound among the clouds?

In the end, who has ever seen them weather the autumn?

Such is the lot of those who toil from poverty to riches, and flowers tormented by spring's bloom and autumn's fall.

When transmigration becomes commonplace and change becomes a habit,

when modern culture encounters ancient civilization,

what sparks might fly?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.