He is a plaything in the hands of powerful ministers, trying to flatter and favour, seeking wealth and glory;
He is a chess piece in the hands of the emperor, fighting in the north and south, but he is ambitious and wants to take over the world.
They met in the morning mist of March, under the peach tree by the river in the suburbs.
There is no hatred between family and country, everything is just a joke.
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A spoof + YY... Has nothing to do with history...