Tigers Sniff the Rose - Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Chunhua had no need to bare her soul.

She had essentially asked the Princess the question, wanting to know why she had been so cruel to her. The ending was sloppy; she returned to her sleeping quarters in a daze and spent the entire afternoon sitting in the empty, lonely palace hall, staring blankly. She did not concern herself with the First Prince’s crying and fussing, paid no mind to the probing gazes of the palace attendants, and had no desire to know which faction had sent the little eunuchs who were peeking and prying outside her palace gates.

She had rejected Mu Wanyao, beyond any doubt.

She was an imperial consort; her husband was the supreme Emperor, and her son was her anchor, her only source of sustenance. She did not like this life, but she did not hate it either. She had grown accustomed to it; she could not leave it.

Upon hearing her refusal, Mu Wanyao smiled indifferently. The Princess’s smile was so cold, yet the gaze she leveled upon her held a trace of sorrow. Mu Wanyao was lamenting the passage of time and grieving the choice her former servant had made, but more than that—as both she and Chunhua knew—from this moment on, this former mistress and servant would walk their own separate paths.

Chunhua felt as though her heart had been pierced by needles, filled with agonizing stabs of pain.

Liu Wenji said he despised her, and the Princess said she had become vulgar and dull... Had she truly become so wretched that she had lost both her lover and her friend? If she could not escape this cage, would she simply wither away, dying silently in this magnificent yet stifling deep palace?

What woman, provided she had a mind of her own, would not want to possess a spirit as resilient and brave as Mu Wanyao’s, to firmly pursue what she desired, and to remain herself even after marriage?

What woman truly wished to become a withered, yellow-faced drudge, a burden, a woman despised by all?

Chunhua bathed in the sunset glow for a long time. Gradually, she came to hate herself, yet also sympathize with herself. She thought she had figured some things out, only to feel she had never understood them at all. It was not until late at night that the little eunuch lingering outside her chambers could no longer hold back, whispering that Head Eunuch Liu would come to visit her tonight.

Chunhua was startled and hurriedly tidied herself.

Before Liu Wenji arrived, he had just come from the Emperor. The Emperor had completely forgotten that Chunhua had suffered an injustice; it was only when Liu Wenji reminded him that the Emperor had perfunctorily bestowed some gifts upon her to compensate for her having been wronged.

The Emperor was agitated and frustrated by Yan Shang’s insistence on resigning; he tried throwing tantrums and acting shamelessly, but nothing worked. Yan Shang remained firm, and the Emperor simply refused to approve the resignation. The Emperor was panicked inside—

He often felt that Yan Shang overstepped his bounds, intervening in too many things and leaving him without any dignity. But with Yan Shang about to leave, the Emperor remembered how much he relied on him daily; if Yan Shang were to leave, he would be plunged back into a state of chaos with administrative duties.

And this time, he feared there would be no one to help him sort through those duties.

Even if there were officials willing to take on the role of such a capable man, the Emperor would not trust them.

Only after becoming Emperor did he learn what it meant to be truly alone, and that none of the civil and military officials in the court could be trusted. He had obtained this throne through luck and ease, yet he could not sit securely. Amidst the gathering storms, the Emperor suffered from insomnia every night. He had played the fool for years, but now he had truly become inept, yet he lived in fear of the ministers discovering his incompetence...

Do all who first ascend the throne feel as helpless as he did?

As for Liu Wenji, this day was also one of chaos and turmoil.

Yan Shang’s meddling had muddied the three forces that had previously been as clear as day and night. Originally, the three sides wanted to cooperate in pairs to topple the isolated third. Now, each was searching for its own chance to rise again. The aristocratic clans had been weakened by the Northern Ward affair; the inner eunuchs had lost the support of the aristocrats and become an isolated island once more; and the humble-born had lost the support of the Princess of Danyang and Yan Shang, leaving them in a state of bewilderment.

All three sides were in shambles.

Was this what Yan Shang wanted?

After this disruption, Liu Wenji could not swallow up the factions of the aristocrats or the humble-born in one bite. Having lost the Hai family, he had to find new allies. Facing the aristocratic clans led by the Wei and Liu families, along with the incompetent Emperor who only knew how to play Tai Chi and dared not help anyone, Liu Wenji had to regroup.

No matter.

Liu Wenji thought that the Zhao family could still be used. With them, he could surely pry away the foundation of the aristocratic clans, bit by bit.

And there was the Emperor. As long as the Emperor remained as he was now, the inner eunuchs would still hold power over the court. What did it matter if he occupied fine homes and land? What did it matter if he was corrupt and bent the law? A person must survive; one cannot be pure or think only of oneself. The expansion of power required sacrifices, and all Liu Wenji had sacrificed... were his private morals and reputation!

None of it mattered!

Liu Wenji pondered these administrative matters, thinking he must actively push Yan Shang to leave Chang’an. Only when Yan Shang left would he have a chance to rise. If Yan Shang stayed in Chang’an, he would always be finding ways to suppress him... Liu Wenji had never underestimated Yan Shuchen’s capabilities!

Yan Shang wanted to return to Lingnan to recuperate... what a perfect opportunity!

Let him go! It would be best if he stayed in Lingnan for the rest of his life and never returned to Chang’an!

When Liu Wenji arrived to visit the Xianfei, his mind was filled with these affairs. He was bold and lawless; he even coveted the Emperor’s women. What did he have to fear? However, when he saw Chunhua, he was slightly taken aback, his expressionless face showing a hairline fracture of emotion.

Liu Wenji stood with his hands dropped, putting on a show as he allowed the eunuchs to deposit the treasures bestowed by the Emperor. Once the eunuchs had left, Liu Wenji looked at Chunhua and saw that she was wearing light silk gauze robes, her black hair combed into a simple, double-bun style. The gold and jade flower adornments dangling from the ends of her hair reflected against her brows and eyes, which were painted with xiehong (diagonal red blush). Under the dim candlelight, she stood tall and elegant, her makeup making her look like a young girl of sixteen.

She was shy and uneasy, and due to her nervous panic, she swallowed hard.

Liu Wenji: "...What is the meaning of this, your ladyship?"

Chunhua lowered her head: "Do I... look good?"

Liu Wenji did not say she was as beautiful as a peach blossom or that she scorched his heart; he only stared at her and mocked: "Did the Princess of Danyang teach you to do this?"

Chunhua whispered: "No. From now on, Her Highness will probably no longer care about me."

She said forlornly: "Her Highness has obtained her beloved Yan Erlang. She is full of spirit and vigor; her path is growing brighter, her future clearer. As for me, her heart no longer feels pity for me. I am a resentful woman in the deep palace, prattling all day only about my son, my mistress, and the affairs of wives and concubines...

"She has become very impatient with me, very unwilling to listen to these things.

"Just as you are, Head Eunuch."

Chunhua stared at Liu Wenji in a daze, her mind drifting. Through the silk curtains, she looked at this popular man in the eyes of the Emperor, who held power over the entire court and remained unruffled, trying to see the youth who had once been infatuated with her. She could not find a trace of that boy, which was so pathetic.

Chunhua said sadly: "I have become a person neither of you likes, haven't I? But you have also become terrifying. You walked... too fast. I don't recognize you anymore."

Liu Wenji was silent.

After a long time, he turned his face away, his voice slightly hoarse: "Why talk about these things?"

Chunhua took a step forward and said: "Her Highness said today she could take me away, but I refused. I cannot leave the deep palace, yet I am also struck with terror. The Emperor does not love me; the Empress hates that my Yue’er is the eldest son and blocks her own son’s path. The other consorts deem me useless. They treated me well before because they thought I was the Princess’s person, but I fear that will change soon.

"Only when I looked back did I realize that I had lost everything. I want to make some changes, within the limited scope I have, to make some changes..."

She choked up: "Head Eunuch, now, the only one I can rely on is you.

"I am a resentful woman in the deep palace, possessing nothing. If you also wish to abandon me, please tell me in advance so I may be prepared."

Liu Wenji turned his face to look down at her. The shadows of the parasol leaves on the ground were sparse and swaying, like spreading seaweed, swallowing them both whole.

The objects remained the same, but the people had changed; love had been worn away.

He hated that Chunhua had become his weak spot, a handle for Mu Wanyao to grasp. He wanted to torment Chunhua, yet when he saw this woman, a thousand feelings of tenderness remained in his heart, which he loathed.

Those past joys and moments, they made him loathe them, yet he did not want to discard them.

Perhaps he had long since stopped loving Chunhua.

But Chunhua was not just Chunhua.

Liu Wenji slowly hooked a faint smile. He reached out to her with hatred, love, loathing, and joy, saying softly: "Your ladyship, rest assured; I will never abandon you.

"Let us love each other and never forget, striving to cherish Chunhua.

"I have kept it all in my heart. I will keep it in my heart for a lifetime; I would never dare to let you down, my lady. I will support you, only asking that you stand in the mire with me and not abandon me."

His eyes were malicious and strange as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her before him. He was pale and stern, yet his eyes held a snowstorm—ferocious and terrifying. Chunhua summoned the courage to look at him, to see him pressing gloomily against her lips to smile: "You already abandoned me once; if you dare to betray me again, I..."

Chunhua trembled: "Will you kill me, or make me wish I were dead?"

Liu Wenji smiled tenderly: "What would be the point of that?"

He stroked her face affectionately; the beautiful girl was the Emperor’s woman, yet she stood in his embrace—how satisfying.

Liu Wenji said: "My lady, you do not love life or death, so what use is it for me to threaten you with them? My lady, if you betray me... I will grind your son, your Yue’er, to dust! Do you want to know how pitiful the life of an eldest Imperial Prince in the palace would be—one who is not liked by the Empress and not cared about by the Emperor?"

After Mu Wanyao and Yan Shang had spoken about Chunhua and Liu Wenji, they said nothing more.

Liu Wenji had a handle in their hands, so he did not dare to be too arrogant. Having placed this restrictive spell on him, Yan Shang could finally leave Chang’an with peace of mind.

The Emperor would not approve Yan Shang’s resignation, so Yan Shang began by taking leave, submitting letters of request again and again. At the same time, both Liu Wenji and the aristocratic clans hoped for Yan Shang to leave. Only when the humble-born lost their leader would they have a chance to balance the forces.

The Emperor likely knew what they were planning and said in annoyance: "Yan Shuchen holds a fifth-rank official post; he is my Zhongshu Sheren (Secretariat Drafter) and a key general in the Ministry of Personnel! How can he resign? If he resigns while he is still so young, the world will say that I cannot tolerate capable ministers! If you want to blame someone, blame Yan Shuchen for having too much fame; I cannot allow him to resign!"

Chancellor Liu spoke for his disciple: "Shuchen’s health truly requires recuperation..."

The Emperor: "He cannot recuperate while staying in Chang’an? He must return to Lingnan? Lingnan has always been a place of exile; if he goes there, people will think I am disgusted with him. Before our ancestors, how can I answer to the late Emperor? My father left me a talent who could be a Chancellor, and I drove him to Lingnan? Yan Er is only twenty-five this year, in the prime of his youth, and he is a Tong Pingzhangshi. A Tong Pingzhangshi is a Chancellor! How can a Chancellor resign so easily?

"I know what you are all planning! You think that if Yan Shuchen leaves, it will be easier for you to control me!"

The ministers immediately knelt, crying out that they were wronged. Who would dare to control the Emperor? Who wanted to be a rebellious minister?

Chancellor Liu was so angry that his face turned red. He was of advanced age, and his temper had always been fiery; even the late Emperor had treated him with respect, inviting him to take a seat, yet now he was being angered to death by the Emperor’s willfulness.

Liu Wenji said from the side: "Yan Erlang has the reputation of a famous minister of the realm; whether in Guanzhong or Chang’an, his fame is so great that Your Majesty cannot easily let him resign."

The Emperor’s eyes lit up, thinking someone supported him.

However, Liu Wenji said: "Why not give Yan Erlang the position of Governor of Guangzhou? A position of the fourth rank, upper grade—that shouldn't be insulting to him, right? He wants to return to his home in Lingnan, so it is just right for him to return and govern Guangzhou. Last year, because of the opening of the Hexi trade by Official Wei, Guangzhou’s maritime trade followed suit.

"However, it was in total chaos at the beginning, and before the new year, the Governor of Guangzhou was killed by pirates. To this day, the central government has not found a replacement.

"The ministers in the court all shake their heads, cherishing their lives the moment they hear they have to go to Guangzhou. But Yan Erlang is such a pillar of the state; surely he would not refuse this duty because it is difficult, right? It is his hometown; surely he would not just ignore his own home? A Tong Pingzhangshi going to serve as Governor of Guangzhou—that is just right."

The Emperor was deeply displeased and frowned. Everything said and done, they still wanted to get Yan Shang out of Chang’an.

However, the ministers were thoughtful, and even Yan Shang’s teacher, Chancellor Liu, stroked his beard and nodded, feeling this was quite good. Although he would be recuperating, he could still do some work while he was at it.

The aristocratic clans and the inner eunuchs exchanged a glance, deciding to cooperate to get rid of Yan Shang together. The Emperor tried his best to argue against it, but the result would likely not be very good—

Ever since he had made up his mind to resign, Yan Shang had not gone to the Imperial City for several days to handle daily administrative tasks. At first, he was unaccustomed to it, but he endured it through sheer willpower, telling himself not to ask or get involved.

Mu Wanyao was overjoyed. Because he no longer handled administrative tasks, Yan Shang could finally sleep until dawn and would not be woken up in the middle of the night to deal with all kinds of trouble. Although he was preoccupied and not used to such a leisurely life, he would eventually adapt.

The imperial edict had not yet come down, and the Emperor was still stonewalling, but she was already happily bustling about the estate, packing the luggage they needed to take to Lingnan.

Yan Shang watched her moving back and forth, turning away even the requests for visits from high-ranking ministers, and could not help but smile.

Mu Wanyao was a princess; except for those two or three years of marriage, she had never left Chang’an for long. However, she had been to Lingnan, and this time she was determined to stay in Lingnan with Yan Shang for a long time. Yan Shang had feared she would be unhappy, feared she would be reluctant to put down the power she held, but Mu Wanyao regarded this resignation as a long-term journey.

She was as happy as if playing house, excitedly experiencing the joy of moving.

However, the leisurely life of the couple was interrupted one night.

In the early days of the fourth lunar month, not long after Yan Shang and Mu Wanyao had rested, someone knocked on the door of the Princess’s estate. Officials from the Ministry of Justice requested an audience with the Tong Pingzhangshi, Yan Erlang.

Mu Wanyao was full of displeasure, but she could only light a lamp and watch as Yan Shang was called away in the middle of the night. After all, his office could not be resigned yet, and he still had to manage these things. The reason the Ministry of Justice officials requested an audience tonight was that the imprisoned Hai Sanlang was seeking death in prison and wanted to see Yan Shang.

Mu Wanyao: "Why see him? If you see him, wouldn't that mean whenever anyone throws a suicide tantrum and says they want to see Yan Erlang, Brother Yan Er has to go see them? Do you have any dignity as an official? Are you really that easy to see?"

Yan Shang sighed: "After all, he was my top-scoring scholar, and I used him in my schemes regarding the Hai family. Now that the entire Hai family is in prison, I owe Hai Sanlang an apology. Seeing him once is fine; he probably has some words of resentment he wants to question me with."

Mu Wanyao was worried about him, so she left the house with him, sat in the carriage, and headed toward the Ministry of Justice—

Waiting for the trial late at night, Hai Sanlang had hidden the bowl used to serve his meal during the day, taking advantage of the officials' lack of vigilance. He smashed the bowl and used the sharp edge of the ceramic to threaten self-harm, demanding to see Yan Shang. He had held no hope, but he did not expect Yan Shang to actually come to see him.

Yan Shang took his seat as the prison door opened, and the place was brightly lit. He gazed at Hai Sanlang, who was tied up in the cell to prevent him from continuing his suicide attempts. In just one month of prison life, Hai Sanlang had lost more than half his weight. There was no longer the spirit of the day in the youth’s eyes; there was only numbness and exhaustion left in his bloodshot eyes.

This reminded Yan Shang of his own two months of prison life in those days.

Prison wears a person down.

Yan Shang sighed and asked: "You wanted to see me; what do you have to say?"

Hai Sanlang, whose hands were locked in chains and who was kneeling on the straw, looked up and said with hatred: "Now that I have been harmed to this point, teacher, do you feel satisfied?"

Yan Shang paused for a moment and said: "Why should I be satisfied?"

Hai Sanlang said excitedly: "The court says how powerful you are; I have not witnessed it. What I have seen is you eliminating dissenters! You let anyone who has a different voice from yours die. In court, you only allow voices that align with your ideology! Although I have not yet entered the court, my father has already made it clear to me... that the Hai family ended up this way all because you did not want the Hai family to stay in Chang’an!

"My sister did not plot against the Imperial Prince at all! Our Hai family was framed! You joined forces with the inner eunuch Liu Wenji, and you wanted us dead! Teacher, when you taught me in the past, you were so righteous and upright, making me think about how to be a qualified official... but is this how you act? How can you expect me to believe you?"

Yan Shang said calmly: "Party strife in the court is of no benefit to the people’s livelihood. I still think so to this day, and I have not deceived you."

Hai Sanlang: "Then you..."

Yan Shang looked at him: "Do you want to say that you are innocent? Then what of the Second Imperial Prince who died back then, serving as a sacrifice for the aristocratic clans and imperial power—was he not innocent? If someone hadn't overturned the case for the Xianfei whom your sister used, would she not have been innocent if she had died? The Hai family followed Liu Wenji and fished for how much wealth from it! Were the people who were squeezed not innocent?

"Am I not innocent? As your master, I was challenged by you in the hall; how many people were waiting to see my jokes? I have a good temper and don't get angry, but that doesn't mean I cannot be angry. Hai Sanlang, am I not innocent?

"For these years in the Northern Ward, the private transactions of officials have violated how many laws? Behind the laws hide how many wronged souls. Lives that cannot even be seen... are they not lives?

"If the Hai family wants to rise, someone must fall. If the aristocratic clans want to join forces with others, court struggles will lead to deaths. Party strife is the most cruel and boring; once a charge is fabricated, I do not know how many innocent officials will be implicated in it... and you were originally going to follow this path if you cooperated with Liu Wenji! Those ministers in the court are sucking the marrow from bones; if I let you continue, I don't know how many invisible lives would be lost.

"In this world, the cheapest thing is human life!"

The prison was dead silent. Yan Shang’s voice was not loud, and his tone was even peaceful, but by the end, the light in his eyes was hot and his voice was slightly urgent; he was clearly a little excited. Yan Shang started coughing; Hai Sanlang stared at him blankly, forgetting what he was going to say.

After a long time, Yan Shang calmed down and rubbed his forehead: "There are some things I do not do, and this world will not be able to hold back the darkness. Since I have the ability, why should I let it go? Before my wife’s great-grandfather passed away, he said, 'Who is willing to sit safely in the mud and coal, instead of standing coolly in the ice jar and autumn moon?' As long as it is beneficial to the world, I will use even the methods I detest the most.

"So, do you have anything else you don't understand that you want to ask me?"

Hai Sanlang slumped his shoulders dejectedly; his questioning was like a young child facing a mature adult, shallow enough to make him feel ashamed. He could not ask anything; he muttered in despair: "So I am to be destroyed because of this? I am a top-scoring scholar! I could have entered the court, I could have had a bright future, I could have..."

Yan Shang interrupted: "You still can."

Hai Sanlang: "I am about to be exiled! Our Hai family is finished! I..."

Yan Shang smiled slightly, calmly: "So what? You were born of heaven and earth; you have decades in your life. If you cannot even endure a few years of setbacks, you might as well commit suicide tonight and have done with it."

Hai Sanlang: "..."

Yan Shang stood up and said no more to the youth. He walked toward the outside of the prison, knowing that Mu Wanyao was waiting for him outside. His conversation with Hai Sanlang was also like venting the grievances and injustice in his own heart.

Everyone has things they must do, and everyone has their ambitions. And the path of life is so long, so let’s walk it and see!——

At the end of the fourth lunar month, Yan Shang’s resignation was not approved, but his appointment came down. The central government transferred him to be the Governor of Guangzhou, asking him to manage maritime trade and pirates while recuperating in Lingnan. As long as the central government was willing to let them go, Yan Shang and Mu Wanyao accepted these small tasks.

Traveling with them was also Zhao Lingfei.

Zhao Lingfei came to ask the Yan couple if she could travel with them. She disagreed with her father’s philosophy, and she could not bear the fact that the Zhao family had become the lackeys of the inner eunuchs. She wanted to travel with the Yan couple for a distance, not to Lingnan, but to Jiannan.

Zhao Lingfei wanted to find her cousin, Yang Siliang, Yang Si.

She tried to seek more possibilities in life, trying to stay away from her parents. She gave up her marriage and lover, she thought of her cousin’s misfortunes, and she wanted to travel across the country; her first step was to see Yang Si.

Yan Shang and Mu Wanyao agreed.

And when Zhao Lingfei gathered with the couple at the gates of Chang’an, not only were the Princess’s carriage and servants for the long journey magnificent, but on the city tower, Wei Shu stood there to see her off.

Zhao Lingfei rode on her horse; she turned her head to look at Wei Shu. He stood on the high building, peaceful and quiet, gifted and beautiful.

Mu Wanyao lifted the carriage curtain to look at Zhao Lingfei, appearing to smile: "If you are reluctant to leave, then don't."

Zhao Lingfei came to her senses, put away the emotions in her eyes, proudly gripped the horse reins in her hand, and said: "Brother Juyuan and I have already made an appointment! When the situation stabilizes, when he can win over my father, he will be waiting for me in Chang’an. We cannot be together now... that doesn't mean we cannot be in the future!

"I have an agreement with Brother Juyuan!"

Mu Wanyao laughed with full malice: "What is a verbal agreement? Agreements between people are nothing more than a piece of empty paper, love changes in an instant. You are going away, Juyuan is alone in Chang’an facing the turmoil; he has seen all the beautiful women in Chang’an; will he really not be tempted? Men, you know."

Zhao Lingfei said loudly: "Brother Juyuan is the clear snow on the top of the pagoda! He is different from the men of the world... and even if Brother Juyuan changes his heart and falls in love with another girl, what does it matter? I will still bless him!"

Mu Wanyao was stunned.

Zhao Lingfei, this proud girl, lowered her head, and her eyes rarely showed tenderness. Her eyes shimmered with waves of light; she looked back again and again at the young man on the city tower watching her leave, and she smiled sincerely: "As long as Brother Juyuan is living well, I will not be unwilling."

Mu Wanyao bit her lip in secret hatred, speechless for a while.

She thought that if Yan Shang were happy, but she was not by his side, she would definitely stir up trouble. Yan Shang could be happy, but he must be happy with her!

Sitting in the carriage, having watched the wife and Zhao Lingfei bicker for a long time, Yan Shang could not help but smile upon seeing that Mu Wanyao had actually lost a step; he reached out and patted Mu Wanyao’s hand, indicating that she didn't need to care.

However, when Mu Wanyao turned back to look at Yan Shang’s clear and innocent appearance, she suddenly became angry. He was too gentle, which made her look bad.

Mu Wanyao grabbed Yan Shang’s hand and said: "Are you still thinking of Zhao Wu-niang, so when she bullied me, you weren't angry?"

Yan Shang: "..."

He was stunned: "When were you bullied?"

Mu Wanyao: "..."

He shifted the focus, so innocent, shrewd and detestable... Why would a person who was so gentle also be so good at speaking?

Mu Wanyao watched him smile, and she could not help but smile along with him. She was in high spirits, thinking that the two of them had escaped Chang’an and were free, an immortal couple. Suddenly full of spirit, Mu Wanyao shouted for the carriage to stop and wanted to pull Yan Shang out: "Let’s go ride with Zhao Lingfei!

"Wu-niang, let’s compare, whose horsemanship is better!"

Yan Shang: "You two compare; I’ll skip it..."

Mu Wanyao: "No! Brother Yan Er, let’s ride the same horse. Even if I’m carrying you, I can still beat Zhao Wu-niang!"——

On the vast and boundless plains, at first, two horses went side by side, and then more horses and youths joined in.

The moonlight was clear and the shadows were cast, Yan Shang and Mu Wanyao rode together, Zhao Lingfei rode alone.

Guards like Fang Tong followed behind, and maids like Qiusi also followed on horseback. The sound of hoofbeats and the laughter and chatter of the young men and women spread all the way, covering the ground in fragrance.

The wind rose for thousands of miles, and all things were bright. The young men and women rode on horses, their sleeves fluttering, traveling south together, riding fast and singing songs.

The singing was high, the spirit was wanton, and it was the poem written by the Emperor in the "Records of Heroes of Chang’an" that day—

"Heaven covers me, Earth carries me, does Heaven and Earth give birth to me for a reason or not?

Otherwise, I would abstain from grain and ascend to the heavenly thoroughfare, otherwise, I would ring the bells and tour the Imperial Capital.

How can I not be noble and then not leave, wasting my life as a dignified man.

A man, oh, a man, a thousand angry spirits are a good plan.

Please look at the affairs of a hundred years, the industry is done and the flat boat floats on the five lakes!"