Under the same brilliant fireworks, outside the palace gate, Wang Shaoji wore a gloomy expression. As he looked up at the blazing fireworks in the sky, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
At the same time, a sigh rang out.
He was taken aback and turned to look at the person beside him. Under the dazzling colors of the fireworks, Wang Shaoqiu's already pale face appeared even more translucent, like glass. Coupled with the trace of compassion in his eyes as he sighed, he seemed as fragile as a glass lamp.
Wang Shaoji frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"
Wang Shaoqiu watched the fireworks bloom in competition and said, "Some people live like fireworks, die like fireworks. At least they don't live in vain."
"Live like fireworks, die like fireworks?"
Wang Shaoji repeated the words, then sneered: "It sounds nice. But if this fire keeps burning, forget Jiangdu, the whole world will be burned up by him!"
