"Yue Li, do you know how much I suffered in order to find you? I once slept with a pig for more than a month. If this spreads out, where will my honor as the Fourth Prince of the Thirty-sixth Heaven be put? Although I have lost face for you, do you think you have to compensate me?" "You deserve it." Yue Li's eyes fell on the red plum tree outside the door. Little did he know that this journey was not as easy as Shen Xiao said. The poem says: The moon has left at the end of the day, and the waves are pouring.