Emperor Chongzhen took one last look at the Forbidden City, and couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness. The cries of thousands of people reached Chongzhen's mind through the haze at this time. He only felt a stinging pain in his chest, and sadness came from his heart.
Wang Chengen wiped his tears, and the remaining blood on his hands covered half of his cheek, but he still shouted with great energy: "I send the Ming Emperor off on his way!"
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded from behind Wang Chengen: "Chengen, throw away this white silk. I'm thirsty and hungry. Come back to the palace with me for a cup of tea."
Wang Chengen didn't know why, so he couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"
Chongzhen was filled with a chilling air at this moment: "This dynasty is dead, then I will create another one."
