——People always like to exaggerate the existing facts, so they go into details and make a fuss about the matter.
[One sentence introduction]
A miswritten letter became a letter, a misread became a policy, a country misunderstood became history - a thousand years later, someone misread a slip of the tongue and read it as destiny.
Copywriting
He sat on the throne, but no one was allowed to call him Your Majesty.
In the fourth year of Yongchang reign in Dajing, the new emperor was spinning walnuts in the imperial study and whispered two words: "Lift the candle."
He thought it was destiny. He thought that his younger brother was a chess piece, the rebellious monk was an embellishment, and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were puppets on strings.
He doesn't know——
The leader of Jinyiwei had held that knife for twenty years. The names of a family of seven were engraved on the handle;
With those eyes, the youngest captain in the duty room of the East Factory faces south every day, with an old inkstone placed on the windowsill;
On that map, the blind champion sat on the couch and traced the capital's defenses inch by inch with his fingers, ink seeping into the gaps between his fingernails.
As for His Highness the Fifth, he was squatting in the mud, stepping into the mud one by one as he dug out the "principles" he had learned.
He had no intention of becoming emperor.
He wrote a letter of resignation and waited for a month for 3,000 people to "take him back."
He burned the letter: "I knelt down before, but no one paid attention to me."
From the three-year agreement in Taiping City, to the pile of stones without a monument by the Bailang River; from an open letter that divided Buddhism, to the knife hidden under the threshold of the imperial study room——
This is not a story about a prince seizing the throne.
This was a man who did not want to fight. After being forced to retreat, he led a monk who did not dare to admit his mistakes, a general who kept his promise and died in battle, and a blind man who made plans. In a country where all people believe in Buddhism, he fought a battle of "not saying he is against Buddhism but trying to undermine Buddhism".
He sat on the chair.
"I'll sit down. But don't call me Your Majesty."
The wind blows from the imperial study to the north. Those two words are blown away, or not blown away - it doesn't matter.
People are still there.
Reading Guide
There is no CP in the group portrait. All members are injured, so be careful before entering.
It's not rebirth, it's not time travel, it's slow-burning and Machiavellian.
For readers who like something chewy.
No CP, no emotional lines - the old scores, new enemies and side by side of four men.
Core role
His Majesty the Fifth | The son of an abandoned concubine, from "dare not fight" to "have to rebel", refused to call him "Your Majesty" while sitting on the throne
Shi Chen｜Buddhist abandonment, once helped usurp the throne, burned cassocks and trampled them in the mud, "I made the wrong choice"
General｜Three years of agreement, open the city gate, guard the Bailang River, die in battle, no monument
Number One Scholar｜Blind, laid out on the couch, White Wolf taught by the river after the city was destroyed, and continued living for those who could not come back
Intention: If there are too many people who make mistakes, miswriting will become destiny.
