He treated the virtuous corporal and visited the thatched cottage three times to ask him to come out to help him and help him ascend to the throne.
He valued his affection and righteousness and was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and was willing to spend half his life in peace to help him rise to power.
"Qian Yan." Bai Yaozi held the wine in front of him: "Drink this glass of wine."
Mo Qianyan clenched her fists and looked darkly: "Do you and I really think so?"
Bai Yaozi chuckled, and there was a trace of sadness in that clear laughter: "In the past, when I followed you out of the mountains, it was not for glory and wealth, nor for fame and fortune."
"Then what do you mean now."
"The world has changed." Bai Yaozi threw the wine on the ground: "This is something I didn't expect."
Bai Yaozi placed the empty jade cup on the table and turned his back: "This is our farewell, I hope Your Highness will take it seriously." After saying this, Bai Yaozi jumped up and disappeared into the vast night.
Mo Qianyan stood in the pavilion, looking at the empty jade cup, his eyes full of pain.
What made him leave so loyally? What makes him who cherishes his talents unable to say a word to save him? What brought the two of them to where they are now?