The rise and fall of a country seems to have nothing to do with the hustlers in the Qin Tower and the Chu Pavilion. Qin Can is reduced to an official prostitute. What is the future? What's the point of this declining country and this fatuous emperor?
Fireworks and willow lanes are nothing but a place filled with smoke and miasma. And why is he famous throughout the ages, and his body as a man is comparable to that of a flying swallow?
Is he really so stupid and incompetent within the walls of his palace? In fact, the power is boundless!
"Long live my emperor! Long live my emperor! May my emperor live longer than Southern Xinjiang!"
"Pardon!"
Qin Can is gone, gone for a lifetime.