Sure, here is the translated text:
At this moment, Zhongg Ji's confidence stemmed from years of constant rebellion without dying, accumulating his insights. Now, in Zhongg Ji's view, the space for maneuver in his endeavors was still very large; Xun Youi or Zhong Yao could hold things together.
"Disperse, disperse!" Zhongg Ji poured a cup of wine into his mouth, waved his hand to signal all the dancing girls to leave. It was time for him to make a decision, Zhongg Ji thought silently.
At noon, Zhongg Ji brought a bottle of fine wine and once again went to the Fuu Family to pay respects at Fuu Wan's sacrifice. He couldn't remember when he last felt such bitterness in front of a deceased comrade's spirit. In his memory, every time he went to a comrade's spirit, he was either smiling or earnest.
