Li Qingge thought about what was most important in his life. In the beginning, it was the sword, the piano, and the ideal. Later, it was the royal robe, family, and goals. In the end, there was only the Jiang family, only Xiao Jiu. For so many years, these were the things he thought about most when he was silent. Whether he resembles Hua or not is reflected here. Many years later, when he asked Hua Xiang a question, Hua picked up his pen, thought for a moment, put it down again, and gave him only a blank piece of paper. Is it none, or is it too important? He really hoped it was the latter.