"Like you, I never wanted to believe that the ruthless Emperor Zixu was the former Prince Yinxue." Tie Xuechen raised his hand and lifted a jar of good wine and smashed it heavily on the old elm horizontal table. The young and unrestrained man naturally had more poise. He glared at the heavily guarded palace but hesitated to speak. He could only finally raise his head and drink the bowl of strong wine in one gulp, and then smashed the empty bowl on the ground until it broke into pieces.
The royal city is still bustling with people, the peach blossoms are still the same, the people are different, the bowls are broken and the hearts are broken, who is losing to whom?