When Lu Pheasant brought the cup of dove wine, it was when the sky was filled with dust. It was bone-chillingly cold in the south of the Yangtze River, let alone in the north.
The carved plate was still vivid in his mind. It was the one he loved the most. It was the one that his mother had praised. It went to who knows where, but now she took it out.
"His Royal Highness, King Zhao, you are destined to live in heaven, so you should drink this thing. Go to the underworld as early as possible and incarnate your fetus. There will be retribution in the end."
After ten years of pact, he tampered with his life, but in the end he got the retribution of Ah Bi Hell.
Everyone wants to abandon the mortal world and enjoy the sky-high wealth, but their lives are locked.