I, Li Hong, am the eldest son of Wu Zetian. I became the prince at the age of four and passed away at the age of twenty-four. History books only remember that I "died young due to benevolence and filial piety", but they don't know that I have been able to see the thread of fate since I was a child - every decision I make, thousands of possibilities are before my eyes.
When I was ten years old, I led my imprisoned sister into the main hall and broke the deadlock that my mother had carefully laid out. At that moment I understood: In this cannibal palace, "benevolence" is not a virtue, but a weapon.
Now I am lying in Hebi Palace waiting to die. My mother sat quietly outside the curtain, and my father wept in secret. And I began to narrate my life: how to use the innocence of a child to hide the last glimmer of humanity in this prosperous age in the gap between the "two saints".
If history is destined to be a sacrifice, at least let me choose the posture of sacrifice.
