Once I passed through the book, I became the cannon fodder prince Yuan Wenwen in the book who was debauched, playful, and was crippled and died miserably.
Sitting in the splendid East Palace, I have no intention of strategizing; living in great splendor, I only love the freedom of the mountains and wilderness.
In a heavy snowfall, he fell off the altar, stayed away from the disputes in the capital, and lived in the isolated Orion village in northern Xinjiang.
From the deposed prince who is well-dressed and well-fed, to the mortal man in the mountains who makes a living with his own hands.
He learned crafts from scratch, made a living by weaving ropes, chopping firewood and farming, and survived the desperate conditions of winter.
He became a hunting apprentice, killed tigers alone in the snow, shocked hundreds of miles deep in the mountains, and protected a village of old and young people from spending the winter safely.
Qingshan cured his absurdity, and fireworks redeemed half his life.
He met a gentle and loving man, formed a good relationship in the mountains and fields, established a career and settled down, with children around his knees, and a house full of grandchildren.
Abandon thousands of miles of mountains and rivers for a life of stability.
The dream in the first half of life is empty, but the second half of life is perfect every year.
This is the most satisfactory, gentlest and most regretless journey of rebirth and return for the deposed prince.
