Luo Zhiyu is living a good life.
The four people she held dear to her heart finally got their wish.
Everything is as good as before, and everything reincarnates to its most perfect state.
"The king of a country must bear responsibilities that ordinary people cannot bear, and endure loneliness that ordinary people cannot bear. Fortunately, you are by my side, so I don't sigh all night long about how cold it is at high places... Look, the snow has melted."
"I have to accompany him. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are on the road ahead, whether there are swords and winds and rain, whether it is poverty or death, I am willing to accompany him."
"Zhao's ancestral precepts and my father's will are all in my heart, and I dare not slack off for a moment. I will never change my will, and I will forget my life and death."
"You four heartless little bastards! How dare you break into dragon pools and tiger dens with your martial arts skills? Why are you doing it for your family, country, and the world? You are so hopeless!... My little ancestor, I, Ding Wuwei, beg you... Hurry up... Wake up..."
"I want to hide my secrets and protect the great Chu country for hundreds of years. I want the loyal and righteous warriors in the world to no longer have to be buried with them."
Intention: Life is like light dust dwelling on weak grass, wind and rain are unpredictable.