I am the King of Qing, King Yu, and my ordinary stick of destiny has been pointing to the brightest glory since that day. That day, at that time, the wind messed up your long golden hair. You knelt down in front of me and recited the oath in a voice like the sound of nature, "I will obey the destiny of heaven and welcome my lord. I swear here to never leave the imperial court and to be loyal until death." The funny thing is, it was not you who betrayed me, but myself.
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