The world of mortals laughs, smiling extravagantly and arrogantly. Thousands of gold will eventually disappear with the wind, but only the drinker will be happy and at ease. The poor prince turned into dust, and his words became a joke.
Jianghu is proud, proud and coquettish. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have become the ruins of Yin, and my own joys and sorrows are insignificant. Qiongju will always be drunk without changing. A pot of jade and a spring night.
"You have to understand that what you deserve will be given to you. Taking possession of what you don't deserve is just a gluttonous heart after all."
It is just a play. Success or failure will eventually turn into ashes. Blood and tears may be sad, but in the end, there is only a story left, waiting vividly, just a drop of ink to close the pen.