Once, he regarded Huo Qubing as his lifelong belief.
Until he was defeated and imprisoned, a light "amnesty" made him see clearly that power is the only truth in troubled times.
Witnessing the decay of Luoyang and the cowardice of the ministers, thinking of the withered bones of the border comrades, my faith completely collapsed.
In his last consciousness, the words carved by the young man on the beams of Weiyang Palace were shaking...
The lamp lit in the navel is boiling the overwhelming ambition and unwillingness into grease that the whole city is watching and snorting.
Just write it casually, please don't do any research.
Intention: transformation of people