"Spring wind did not understand Jiangnan's rain,
Smiling, it watched seekers taste the guests of rain-soaked lanes.
Who knew Jiangnan held no drunken longing,
Only the fragrance of spring wind for ten miles."
The middle-aged man looked at the misty rain beyond the window, gently swirling his wine cup as he spoke, as though afraid of shattering the dreamlike scene.
He smiled softly and looked at the person beside him. "Tell me, who exactly wrote this poem?"
"According to the legends passed down to this day, its author should have been a White-robed Fairy."
The middle-aged man merely smiled. He glanced at the singing and dancing before him, then turned back toward the window.
"How many years ago should that have happened? A thousand years? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? Or a million?"
"This... I do not know."
"And how many dynasties and empires have vanished amid Jiangnan's misty rain?"
"..."
The attendant-like man did not know how to answer. Tianlan Continent was vast; nations rising and falling was a common occurrence. Their lifespans ranged from several years to centuries or millennia. So-called eternity had never existed.
But he only dared think those words in his heart. The middle-aged man could say them himself, but he absolutely dared not speak them aloud.
"The Southern Sui Dynasty is flourishing. It will surely endure for all eternity."
The middle-aged man merely smiled.
The Southern Sui Dynasty had existed for barely a hundred years. It was indeed prosperous and flourishing. Though a few rebellions had appeared in certain places, they were nothing much.
As for enduring for all eternity... even he did not believe it.
"Who knew Jiangnan held no drunken longing, only the fragrance of spring wind for ten miles..."
The middle-aged man softly recited the verse, feeling a trace of envy