Feng Ziyuan: "Miss Jing'er, it's better to sweep the snow in front of your own house. No matter how thick the frost is on other people's tiles... It's none of your business."
Zhao Jing'er: "Master Ziyuan now holds the power of the world, lying drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman, how glorious is it? Why do you want to marry me to be your ninth wife now?"
Zhao Yan: "Although I am not a good man, I am willing to accept Young Master Meng into the house. Isn't it just a marriage? I will marry Young Master Meng."
Nangong Yi: "Jing'er, Feng Ziyuan is just good-looking, you can't be fascinated by him."
Zhao Jing'er: "I was rude. No matter how good the love story in the book is, what's the use? It's all fake. Probably no one in this life can get into your heart."
Feng Ziyuan: "I have never felt the frost and snow blowing all over my head in my life. Look, does it look like the scene in the book you read?"
Purpose: Everyone in the world suffers