"Five hundred years ago, I failed you for my mother, my father, and the people of Xixuan. Today, don't force me to do the same thing..." She held a golden bow and faced her fate.
"So what? You are not Sizhuang, and I am no longer that Shaoyao!" He bowed his head and smiled, making the country fall.
"Zhuang, look at me!" He was crying on the dragon chair.
The loving peony has spring tears, after five hundred years of waiting, you are back...