Born in the Grass

Yan'er, are the years quiet? When the iron hoof goes south, where can the peaceful years come from? Are you willing to give up vast areas of China and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains to the barbarians? Fifth Brother, Emperor, you are so stubborn that you do not distinguish between good and bad. It is not your responsibility to bear the grudges and resentments of these three hundred years. However, you are in the imperial family and the world is falling apart. How can you be so stubborn? The sky sends murderous intentions, stars change places, the earth sends murderous intentions, dragons and snakes rise from the land, humans send murderous intentions, and the world is turned upside down. The world is unfair, so I will chop it up and kill you with bones as white as a mountain. I promise you a hundred years of peace, so what's the harm?