I am Liu Bian, the former young emperor of the Han Dynasty.
I have no soldiers, no power, no confidants, and even my mother, Queen Mother He, has been poisoned.
All I can do is hold on to the last bit of imperial dignity.
I looked at Tang Ji who was crying at the foot of the stairs. Her voice was calm but her words were clear:
"Your Majesty, this princess can no longer be the wife of officials and people. Love yourself, and I will say goodbye from now on."
No crying, no begging for mercy.
I raised my hand and took the bottle of poisonous wine.
The copper bottle is slightly cool, the wine enters the throat, and the fire burns the intestines.
The vision gradually blurred, and the Luoyang Palace, the Xiliang Cavalry, and the ink characters in the history books all turned into blood.
It turns out that the emperor's dignity is as light as a feather under the sword and ax of troubled times.
It turns out that after a thousand years of soul travel, all I can change is the posture I held when I died.
God's way is easy, why is it difficult for me?
In this life, I am Hongnong King Liu Bian.
He was born as a son of the Han family and died as the soul of the Han family.
Never bend the knee to traitors.
