Above the Jinluan Hall, a man wearing a jade crown covered his face and cried. Li Shengyun stood on a blanket with golden dragon patterns and lowered his head as he looked at the emperor's uncle in front of him. His father was begging for death, his mother was crying desperately, and the emperor's uncle was decisively swinging the knife. The bright and cruel scenes were like a dark cloud hanging over the palace. He knew that no one would know the truth about this matter. He swung the knife and blood splashed all over him. The plain white color contrasted with the blood. He staggered down the steps and was hugged by someone who hurriedly ran over. The person held his cold hands and said, "Go home, Ah Sheng." He stood up unsteadily and hugged the person back hard, "Let's go home."
Intent: The deep feelings between the protagonists, staying with each other in the turmoil of mountains and rivers, and defending the motherland.