Zhao Xingye's glazed lamp,
Qinli Zhangtai Ginkgo Temple.
Huaiyan geese chirp and the beauty sheds tears,
No jade or silk is left to resolve Lie Ge.
Twenty years of perseverance have resulted in you and me facing each other with swords.
Why didn't I know that you have the country in your heart?
But do you know that I still have you in my heart?
When the power is in my hands, all I can do is hope to keep you safe and happy throughout your life.
This is the most ordinary, sincere and luxurious wish in the world
Lin Xiangru, a soft and white little clever × Qin Ze, a sultry old gangster
[This story is an imaginary creation with the background of returning the jade to Zhao. Except for some reference to historical materials, most of it is purely fictional and has nothing to do with real history. Remember]