I bind the emperor simulator to experience the immersive experience of emperors through the ages.
The system prompts: "Please complete the task of governing the country and accumulate emperor points."
I went straight to the harem, danced with Zhao Feiyan in Jiaofang Hall of the Han Palace, and listened to Li Yu's pipa by the Rouge Well of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
In the Qianlong Imperial Garden, Empress Fucha gently advised: "Your Majesty, state affairs are the most important thing."
I stroked her cheek gently: "The country is too far away. At this moment, I can only see the person in front of me."
The system kept warning me that I was running out of points, but I turned a deaf ear.
Until the night of the fall of the country, Li Yu wrote lyrics with blood and tears, and Zhao Feiyan hung the beam in white silk.
In the morning when I returned to reality, I sat in a coffee shop and stared at the glass curtain wall.
The simulator screen flickered faintly: "Do you want to turn on Mingjun mode?"
My fingertips hovered over the confirmation button, and the ghosts of past generations burned on my retinas.
