When he was fifteen, he defended a woman from a knife.
The woman sat on the horse, looked at him condescendingly, and said, "You are still young."
When he was thirty-five years old, he laid waste to Jiangling City and lit the sky lanterns of the woman's enemies.
She stood on the tower, watching the flames soar into the sky, but never said a word of thanks.
He ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor when he was forty-three years old. He had a harem of twelve people, all of whom had their own origins: some were wives of enemy chiefs, some were legitimate daughters of aristocratic families, some were heroines of the world, and some were prairie princesses.
Only she had followed him for forty-five years, lived in the palace, and guarded the most difficult test for him, but she never called him "Your Majesty" and never entered his harem.
Before she died, she finally held his hand and said, "I will marry you in the next life."
He smiled.
In this life, we are brothers, kings and ministers, and confidants, but we are not husband and wife.
But enough is enough.
The beginning of the war was caused by troubled times, ambition, and the woman he had been chasing all his life.
Intention: Light a bunch of smoke, chase one person, and conquer the world. In the end, I discovered that what I wanted most in my life had already been seen the first time I looked back.