There is no battlefield, no bloodshed, yet he lies on the cool rattan chairs in the courtyard of his mansion. The small courtyard is serene and peaceful.,In the evening, as the sun set in the west and night fell, the bustling capital city came alive. Thousands of lanterns illuminated the streets, their warm glow outshining even the stars in the sky.,Yi Suya looked very elegant and high-cold, but the adult Lan You rolled her eyes at him in a very unrefined way, disdainfully saying: "If you were my guest, you wouldn't even be able to get through this door."。