Dark clouds loom over the city, and a golden screen stretches across the sky.
In Xianyang Palace, Qin Shi Huang raises his head, hand on his sword. In Weiyang Palace, Liu Bang slaps the table and laughs, then stops halfway to leaf through the Liu family's old records. In Ganlu Palace, Li Shimin says nothing, ordering only that the archives be brought in overnight. In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Zhu Yuanzhang smashes his teacup. Kangxi stands on the steps, narrowing his eyes as he rearranges the names of his sons and grandsons, page by page.
The ancestors watch their descendants disgrace themselves, while the descendants are scolded in front of their ancestors. Golden ages and fallen dynasties hang side by side in the sky, and no one can escape.
I finally saw a canopy book without the brainless black Fusu 🤦. The previous articles about the brainless black Fusu really made my scalp numb. There were very few records about Fusu in the records. Now many people completely belittle Fusu because he complied with the false edict and committed suicide. They completely ignored the objective factors of that era and always thought about what Fusu should do from the perspective of God. In fact, this is the real politics 🥺