Cranes rejoice in agarwood and look for it, but it is hard to find cranes and green plums.
The crane holds the green plum in its mouth and looks back, the agarwood is nowhere to be found.
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"Qianxun why don't you burn the ambergris I gave you?"
"Since it is a gift from His Highness, of course I can't bear to part with it."
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"Okay~ Qianxun, will you make green plum cake for Mi'er today?"
"Don't move around. You've damaged a few of my fox fur coats. Is your cloak gone?"
Intention: There will eventually be someone who will pick up the candle for you