"Sir, you know exactly what I can't let go of."
"Power? Loyalty and filial piety? Or -"
Tang Shouheng slammed him against the palace wall, breathing hotly: "It's you! I should have died on the day I first met you."
When he was a child, Tang Shouheng always felt that "it's ridiculous. Human beings are nothing more than a mayfly in the world. Why are some people recorded in history books as unparalleled heroes who made a living for the people?"
It wasn't until he became a disciple that he realized that he was completely wrong...
Purpose: In the dilemma of power and loyalty and filial piety, how do literati with lofty ideals cut off the shackles of the times?