Who in the underworld falls in love?

Possessing nothing but a set of formidable martial arts, and to prevent being stabbed in the back, he resolved to travel the world alone while awaiting his chance for revenge. Heroines, Saintesses, Demonesses, Enchantresses—get lost. In the Jianghu, one's life is never guaranteed, and people drop dead in the streets at every turn; who has time for romance? "Young Master, please stay your step!" "..." "I am the Crown Prince of Great Li, stranded in Northern Jin. The road back to the capital is arduous and long, with wolves circling from all sides. I hope the Young Master will escort me back to the capital; there will surely be a generous reward!" "Hiss... the Empress..." In the seventeenth year of Great Li, the Emperor died suddenly and the Crown Prince fell into a coma. The only remaining heir to the throne, the legitimate Princess, was stranded abroad. Consequently, the imperial court was shaken, and the Jianghu fell into chaos. As the saying goes: A sword leans against the blue sky, a flute leans against the tower; cloud shadows linger, crane shadows linger. And it is also said: Zhao Wumian. There should be no hatred.