He is the emperor's most trusted tutor. Teach him the imperial skills and help him ascend to the position of supreme being.
But he already has someone in mind.
The man was afraid of the dark, dirt, and bugs, so he changed three pieces of clothes every day. But this was the man who, when he was in a coma with a high fever, sold himself into a theater for ten taels of medicine.
They worshiped heaven and earth and made promises to grow old.
As the emperor grew older, the eyes he looked at him became more and more serious. "Shen Qing," the man finally held his hand, "you can only be mine."
He pulled his hand away, turned around and ran away. Home is still there, people are still there, and he wants to rush back——
It's too late.
The memory was shattered and he forgot everything. When he woke up, the emperor held his hand and said: "You have always been mine."
He believed it. I was also moved.
But there was still a box of old letters locked in the dusty side hall. The beginning of each letter is -
"My husband personally approves."
He remembered everything, and also the glass of poisoned wine.
"Xiao Yan," he smiled, "I forgive you in this life. Don't wait for me in the next life."
Your Majesty, forgive me? He is the emperor, but he has never kept that person's heart in his life.
