There is a saying that when the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden, and the achievements of one emperor are surrounded by thousands of corpses. Look at your palace, the king and his ministers are jealous of each other, the masters and servants are suspicious of each other, and the autumn wind is full of yellow flowers. However, you are so scheming that you have made nine twists and turns, humming, in the end, you are not making wedding clothes for me!