In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, some people were promoted, some made a fortune, some had their families broken up and their families were destroyed, some did not know the hatred for the country's subjugation, and some still sang like flowers in the backyard.
"There are no aristocrats in China." Xie Yunzhi leaned on the imperial concubine chair, lightly opened his red lips, and blew out a string of smoke rings, "But I come from a famous family."
On the stage in front of her, her cousin Xie Gong, dressed in a bright red opera robe, was singing "The Peach Blossom Fan".