The war is in chaos and the smoke is everywhere. Talented generals and prime ministers plot to dominate the country. How cruel, how sincere. If I were not Prince Yan, and you were not Prince Qin, there would be no need to conceal the true feelings, there would be no need to fight each other, and there would be no need to separate the yin and yang. It's just that everything is destined, and the hatred of destroying the country is a shackles that I can never escape. This is good, the water is the boundary, and you and I forget each other.
An emperor through the ages, sitting and looking at the mountains and rivers like a painting. The man on the Kowloon throne was so heroic that he was like a god. He calmly accepted the worship of the whole world, as if this huge momentum had nothing to do with him. His eyes were deep and his face was stern. For a long time, he uttered two words like a sigh: "Pingshen." His eyes became colder. In such a huge country, a mere man has become the master of the world, and he will never get his original wish. What is the use of such a great person? The most ironic thing is that I just live according to your ideas.
But how could I give up? I will give everything in the world in exchange for you never leaving me. I will not allow you to let me go. I will keep my promise.
The ambitious and arrogant one versus the flexible and flexible actor