"Fish sink from sight, wild geese vanish beyond the horizon. Only now do I understand the pain of parting in this world." Jiang Qianxue removed her dragon-patterned jade pendant and tossed it into Shen Nian'an's arms. "My lord Shen, may this jade be a reminder of me."
"Eight, seven, six..."
Shen Nian'an raised her misty eyes. Her sparkling tears reflected Jiang Qianxue's lovely image, as indistinct and illusory as a mirage.
"Five, four, three..." The monotonous electronic voice tolled the funeral bell of their parting.
Emperor Tang Wenzong sat upright, reluctance written across his face. "My dear Shen, you may go. Don't worry about Miss Jiang. I will take good care of her."
"Two..."
"At least you finally said something sensible." Somewhat reassured, Shen Nian'an glanced gratefully at Li Ang.
"One..."
"I'm actually in need of a consort..."
"Li Ang, you bastard!"
"Zero..."
A flash of white light, and Shen Nian'an vanished from the spot.
It's so messed up that I can't understand it.