The Imperial Preceptor Doesn't Want to Live Anymore

I was the longest-lived Imperial Preceptor of the Great Yan Dynasty. Emperors came and went, yet I remained as youthful and graceful as ever. They all thought I was an immortal descended from the heavens and knelt at my feet, begging for eternal life.

But they didn't know that my immortality was no blessing. It was a curse.

I lived for three hundred years and personally sent off nine emperors. The last was the young emperor I'd raised myself.

He knelt in the snow for three days and three nights, begging me to grant him an elixir of immortality. Looking into his bloodshot eyes, I asked softly, "Your Majesty, do you think eternal life is such a wonderful thing?"

He wouldn't believe me. He wanted to share this vast empire with me, for all eternity.