Rongruo, you are a Manchu genius who grew up with a golden spoon in the eyes of the world. You have a noble bloodline, a unique status, a life of fine clothing and fine food, and you have a talent that even God is jealous of. But who knows the loneliness and desolation in your heart. You have long seen through the decadence of the Eight Banners disciples in their drunkenness and wealth. You have lofty ideals but are trapped in the cage of social corruption.
"Every family is singing the drinking song, but Nalan never knows what's going on in his mind."
"Xiao Selancheng looks old. For fear of being sentimental, he doesn't say pity words. He leans on the flowers in the pavilion and is sad and silent, and he knows where the fragrance is.
Return to Mingyue Road in the old days. The cuffs smell cold and the heart feels bitter than coptis. Don't talk about living among flowers. People who cherish flowers will leave them without owners. "Rain cicada, those who cherish flowers will leave them without owners!" If you leave me too, who else will understand my heart!