He chose someone.
There is no need for him to know, no need for him to respond, no need for him to look back.
He just paved the road until he could no longer walk.
Later that person took the highest position.
And he was locked up in the palace, compiling history books that would never mention him.
He still felt that he had done the right thing in his life.
He hated someone.
Hate him for choosing someone else, hate him for being so heartless, hate him for forcing himself into that position.
Later, he took the highest position, locked him in the palace, and asked him to compile history books.
Hatred is real, remembering is real, reluctance to kill is also real.
He finally knew that that person had been paving the way for him all his life.
His name is not in the history books.
But he knows.
Cold × sickly × decisive counselor
Tolerance × Paranoia × Domineering Emperor
Intention: Machiavellianism and friendship