The Legend of the Kingdom and the Beauty

Three hundred years of dynastic rise and fall, and in an instant, the grand edifice crumbles into dust. Was it the inaction of those in power, or the schemes of the ambitious? The affairs of the world follow a timeless pattern: unity gives way to division, and division gives way to unity. Heroes create momentum, and momentum creates heroes. The age of chaos is upon us, with contenders rising from every corner. Pursuit, rivalry, suspicion, sacrifice, desperate battles, holding the line, plotting… Everyone tries to play their part in this troubled age, hoping to survive and claim a place for themselves. Success or failure, not one of them hesitates; they give everything they have for the burning dream of ruling the world in their hearts. Empires are easy to win, but beauties are hard to keep. Amid this sweeping turmoil, one graceful silhouette after another appears, like fireworks: dazzling for a moment, then gone in an instant. You said you would win an empire for me And I always smiled, understanding I danced and played for you My swirling silk skirt In the end, could never replace the sword in your hand Your empire Is not what I want. What has it to do with me? All I want is a cup of clear wine And a silk fan