Three years ago, he drove me out of the capital for the sake of a noble girl, leaving me to fend for myself. Everyone thought that I was reduced to dust, but they didn't know that that was not my end. Three years later, I, with my phoenix crown and my robe, returned in glory. Seeing the man who was once so aloof, now kneeling in the dust and crying bitterly, I only smiled faintly. "You pushed me away with your own hands, and now you can't even reach half of the country and me.