He once handed him the uniform embroidered with dragon patterns with his own hands and allowed him to overstep half-jokingly; he also dipped a glass of wine for him that might contain poison at the celebration banquet. Shen Lin's gentleness is like a knife tempered with ice. The loyalty of King An Shen Jin is like ashes. When the cheers of three hundred thousand cavalry overwhelmed the dragon pattern, the iron chains of Tianlao locked up the last trace of flesh and blood. "Whatever the emperor wants, I will give it to you." But that heartfelt "care" eventually became a blood-stained blade, cutting through the emperor's suspicion and bending away eternal regret. Only when the dragon robe was added to his body did he see clearly that at the end of the world there was only a fragment with the words "brothers, friends and brothers" engraved on it. It felt hot in the palm of his hand.
