The confrontation between the South and the North was not accomplished in a day, but Yang Huixian did not expect that it would collapse overnight. When his father betrayed the country that gave birth to him, he huddled in the rumbling carriage, and outside the curtain was the royal capital wrapped in flames. The flames evaporated with tears, and the southern kingdom shattered into pieces at the slightest touch.
Yang Huixian no longer wants to live with the identity of a traitor. He packed his bags and left this sad place without any regrets. But at midnight, he still dreams about his past life.
Until Yang Huixian met Xia Wang, met his Pipa, and then met his story. Xia Wang said that he was an old friend from the southern country. When old friends meet old friends, they naturally have endless things to say. Yang Huixian's numbness began to crack from the fingertips, and the air began to softly weather Yang Huixian's scales.
But the story behind Xiawang's mask was far beyond his imagination. But how could Yang Huixian, who also treated Xia Wang with a false mask, question him?
That night when the Yuan Dynasty came, the wind stirred thousands of trees and flowers. Before the jade pot sank, Xia Wang told him all the truth.
"This is all I have, I have nothing left." He half-hugged Pipa and rubbed the calluses on his fingertips.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You still have me." Yang Huixian smiled and leaned towards him.
"Then tell me, what can you give me?" There was a smile on his lips, and his eyes flickered like fireflies reflecting back the light. Yang Huixian was suddenly stunned.
How can he have the capital to promise for others?
The arrogant palace pianist was attacked by a taciturn and autistic person
Imaginary writing does not support historical research
Intention: How do different people deal with themselves in the rise and fall?