"Lan Zhuo, you are not suitable to be a king. Why don't you go to Luoyang with me? The Zhou Dynasty has the most gorgeous palace lanterns, and the peonies in the Luoyang market are the most delicate. You will like it."
"No, I will never like those, I only like you."
"I like the spirits from Mobei and the wild roses in the Gobi Desert."
"But you love the palace lanterns of the Zhou Dynasty and the peonies in the Luoyang market."
"If you are proud and arrogant, you want to be a kite flyer. The string is in your hand. No matter how high or far it flies, as long as you retract the string, it will come back obediently. What if one of the antennas is broken?"
"If one day the line is broken, I will let him fall into the mud and never fly."
"I know you like her, but..."
"I just let her think I liked her"