Above the palace in the imperial capital, a figure was drinking wine at the moon, isolated and isolated from the world. "You win..." He spat out these vague words and threw away the wine glass in his hand. Then he picked up the purple jade Xiao next to him and brought it to his lips. For a moment, the sound of Xiao sounded, spreading to every corner of the imperial capital, melodious and desolate...
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation...
Your lonely grave, my desolation...