I have lived for three thousand years and sent away twelve emperors. Before each one of them dies, he asks our national master, how many generations can my empire be passed on to? I say your Majesty, go with peace of mind, the country will have its own destiny. In fact, I didn't tell them - there were twelve surnames in the world, and every tombstone was carved by me. On the day when the new emperor ascended the throne, you pointed your nose at me and scolded the old man who was deceiving the public with his monstrous words. I will kill you today! I looked at him and smiled. The grass on the grave of the last emperor who said this was already three feet high.
