On the night of Shangyuan, the sea of lights in Xiyuan is like day.
On the throne, the emperor was wearing a Taoist robe and twisting pills. His eyes were red from the dream of immortality.
The queen fell to the ground and remonstrated - the elixirs were draining the national treasury, the hard labor was hurting the people, and the magical arts were ruining the country.
The emperor responded by whipping her three times and invalidating the imperial edict.
Historian's Notes: No disrespect, no disrespect, no disrespect, no restraint.
No one remembers: That night under the blue smoke of the alchemy furnace, someone once knelt down and begged to wake up on behalf of the country that was about to collapse.
If the elixir is not extinguished, how can the country be at peace?
Purpose: See history through the historian's pen