"Shangyuan Festival!"

Xu Xi, the Duke of Dingguo, sat alone in the cold and silent back garden, looking up at the full moon in the sky, and a faint sadness flowed away. The entire Dingguo Mansion is cold and cold, revealing indescribable loneliness.

Not only here, but also the surrounding princely mansions, only in the main entrance hall there are some lanterns, the rest of the place is none, the cold and lonely environment, the lanterns set off are weak, and the distant lights are brilliant, fireworks full of prosperous scenery diametrically opposite.

It's a place of abandonment. And that's true, who......