Xunji held Chengying across Li Qingyang's neck, trapping him between the bookshelves. His voice suddenly choked up. She wanted to know, she just wanted to know so much: "Why do you think my father died? Do you think you can turn this big dye vat of the imperial court with just a few words of righteousness?" Tell me clearly, why did my father die? My father, Xun Jingsha, was defeated by the imperial court. You regard deer as horses and regard ordinary people as addicts. This is your world. Who do you think you are? Or do you think you can bring my father and mother back to life. "
Purpose: Promote Chinese traditional culture