"When you become an emperor again, you must be a wise king." The shadows of the four people entangled in the moonlight.
Are people inherently good?
Brothers who once shared life and death, now one is sitting on a throne and the other is nailed to the execution rack. When thousands of needles penetrated his bones, Lin Sui looked towards the prison wall and smiled - it turns out that the sharpest knife never exists in the world.
"Xiao Yan, please don't come to save me." His voice was mixed with the blood in his throat.
The setting sun is like blood, illuminating a tear that is about to fall on the edge of Wan Yan's sword.
