A jug of wine, a fishing pole in hand. How many people in this world can live like that? - Li Yu
With the world in turmoil, she recklessly took him along as she plunged into the worlds of politics and martial arts. Fame and fortune brought so much trouble; surely it was better to seek freedom. Who could have guessed that Chenxiao Manor would be on the brink of destruction, and that when she left, she would take with her a pair of burning eyes?
He, dressed in blue, bore the burden of his family and said with a bitter smile, "I won't be able to stay up talking by candlelight with you anymore..."
He, dressed in red, stood at the heart of political intrigue. Ten years of lying low earned him a name in the annals of history.
Three generations of grudges, dynasties rising and falling, open and secret struggles: they pressed on, guided by their hearts. Love, hate, and all their tangled passions ultimately became two words filled with meaning: "Take care."
They raised their cups and smiled. A single jug of clear wine, and every seat was drunk.
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