"En Li, don't you hate at all, don't hate Chen Yue at all, don't hate that Chen Yue's detailed work at all?" She asked, looking up at him.

"I don't hate, not at all..." The ancient emperor looked at her and smiled softly. For a moment, I felt as if I had seen Mo Li, the man in white who was standing under the moon and playing flute. He was stained with the moonlight and seemed quiet and peaceful

"I don't hate it at all. The disappearance of Yinglan has nothing to do with Chenyue, and she is just a princess in the north of Xinjiang, not a detailed work....