Jiang Mo'er lived for sixteen years, playing a good trick of "fusing the real with the fake, and confusing the real with the fake", and followed a gangster path of "robbing the rich without helping the poor". Finally, she suffered retribution. The brothel where you are resting will fall down if you say it... The respected second uncle will rebel if you say it... The good Dachong will die if you say it... That's not right! With the prince in hand, maybe he can still be content?
Intention: Let it wander, don't sink
