When Pei Qi died, he was in great pain.

　　He held my hand and asked me why.

　　Over time, to a greater or lesser extent, he looked at the blood marks on my arm that were scratched just like his, and he understood everything.

　　"What more could I have done for you? A lowly commoner, and yet you have achieved such a position," he said.

　　As the supreme emperor, if he gave me even a hint of his grace, I should be grateful to the point of shedding tears.

　　After all, I was just an insignificant commoner, how could I compare to him? "Lowly commoner? Insignificant?" I mocked and laughed.

　　"Indeed, Your Majesty exchanged a city for a beauty, with great passion.

　　But how could you remember the price paid by those lowly commoners, soldiers who fought to defend every inch of that land? Naturally, they didn't even know that the cities they fought to the death to defend had become someone else's territory with a wave of your hand.

　　'Twenty thousand people, twenty thousand people died in that battle, yet they couldn't withstand a smile from a beauty.

　　From generals to foot soldiers, they were buried together in the snow.

　　The winter on the border is so cold, so cold that they freeze together.

　　When they melt, you can no longer distinguish whose hands and whose feet they are.

　　Even after I searched through the mountains of corpses, I couldn't find a handful of my husband's bones.

　　'Only the newly widowed, the elderly and frail cry.

　　I also cry, but when I cry, I think, why do we cry while you laugh? So I came, I came to be by your side and Xu Jiaojiao's side." I laughed recklessly, "Sure enough, when I hear you cry, I feel so refreshed!" He glared at me in anger but couldn't say a word.

　　At last, I heard myself say, "Pei Qi, you cannot compare to those 'lowly' soldiers because you are not worthy."