[Cao Zhi] Legend of Graceful Flowers

Cao Zhi stayed under the plum blossom tree for an unknown amount of time, and his clothes were filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms. It was as quiet and elegant as poetry and picturesque, as if the rebellion of the Qingzhou Army outside had nothing to do with him, as if it had nothing to do with him that Lord Cao Zhang's army was pressing down on the border. Cao Zhi's side face faced the transparent sunlight, and his smile was tainted with a little sadness: "Even if you have supreme glory, it will turn into ruins as soon as you look up. People are like these petals, they may wither at any time in the world. Who can expect that the fragrance will last for future generations." Sima Yi stared at him intently, feeling subtly ashamed of himself. It was as if his malicious thoughts had nowhere to hide in front of him, which was frightening. But no matter what, Sima Yi smiled slowly. "It seems that there are some things that don't need to be said. Thank you for your decision, sir." He turned around and left, his back looking extremely relaxed.