This is the most tragic page in Chinese history. At the last moment of the three hundred and twenty-year dynasty, one hundred thousand lives were used to write two words - integrity. The fleet crossed the sea and traveled thousands of miles across the sea. The young emperor was coughing up blood on the bamboo bed, and the prime minister was growing old among the piles of official documents. Even if you can't keep it, you have to keep it. Even if you can't leave, you have to leave. Until the last moment, my spine never bent.
Come on, come on, come on