"I am tired." Qi Qian's face, full of wrinkles, showed a faint smile: "Actually, from beginning to end, I never intended to be the Lord of the World. Your master found me, and I just went through it with a thick skin. Fortunately, I didn't disgrace myself. As for this country, does an Emperor really live forever, ever and ever? Impossible. Just as an Emperor cannot live forever, how can the country always bear the surname Qi for eternity?"
Qi Qian looked at the carvings on the dragon bed and said: "This country can bear the surname Qi and naturally can bear another. I have held on, and my mission is complete. Whether my descendants can hold on or not, how can I decide? It is all fate. If the Qi family's fate has reached its end, then it is not up to him to set the rules. I have taught what I could. How this country fares afterward depends on the next generation."
"You are very magnanimous."
