In the resplendent yet solemn and dignified palace, candle flames flickered, shadows danced on the walls, reflecting the figures of the old Emperor and Xu Qing.
The old Emperor gazed deeply, staring at an ancient book on the table, and slowly spoke: "Xu Qing, do you know the deep meaning of this poem?"
Xu Qing slightly bowed: "Your Majesty, I hear the meaning of the Heavenly Dao's aversion to fullness."
Upon hearing this, the old Emperor's face suddenly showed an infinite sense of melancholy. He slightly raised his head, looking towards the dome of the palace, as if through layers of glass, seeing endless Jiangshan and years, and sighed: "I have boundless Jiangshan, yet if I still seek longevity, wouldn't that fulfill this saying."
Xu Qing straightened his back and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, in my life, I only believe that matters are determined by human effort."
