I served as regent for thirty years and was buried in the imperial mausoleum after my death.
The old eunuch guarding the tomb said that on the day I was buried, a woman in plain clothes stood in front of the tomb for a long time. He didn't cry, he just set up a monument without any words and then disappeared.
When I was alive, I killed decisively and never got emotional. I just treated it as an anecdote.
But later I found out - that woman didn't disappear, she went to find you.
She has been searching for thirty years and finally caught up with you on the road to hell.
And what about me?
I lay in the imperial mausoleum for a hundred years, unable to wake up, unable to die, and listened to the sound of the wind blowing over the tombstones every day. That voice was very much like the last words you said in my ear on the day you died:
"My lord, do you feel any pain?"
It hurts.
It hurt for a hundred years.
It hurt so much that I finally understood that the most painful thing in the world is not the loss, but the discovery after the loss - I can barely remember your appearance.
