On the day when Lu Huairen named him "Jun'an", the pomegranate flowers began to bloom outside the eaves.
"May you have a safe life."
Later, he died one night in Chang'an, only three years ago.
When he was about to die, Lu Zhiheng knelt beside him and asked in a dumb voice:
"Huanyu, what are you begging for?"
He closed his eyes and smiled very softly:
"Please... Please give me peace."
He spent his whole life paying it back——
Give my mother a place to return to,
Give yourself justice,
Return the sorrowful voices of all the little people in the world who are lightly ignored.
But you are already uneasy.
From now on, there will be no more jade rings and no peace for the king.
Concept: The sorrow of little people weighs on them like the weight of a mountain