Pawn

In the winter of the first year of the founding of the People's Republic of China, on the morning when Wang Mang took over the missing jade seal, I was sweeping the floor in the corridor of Weiyang Palace. I was fifteen years old at that time, and I was the lowest-ranking court official in the palace. I was not even qualified to look up at the emperor. In the next fifteen years, I watched him turn the world upside down - the king's land, private property, currency system, official names, place names, everything had to be restored according to Zhou rites. The people first called him a saint, but later they called him a traitor. I am not a historian and am not qualified to write about his merits and demerits. I am just a person who has been sweeping snow on the palace wall for fifteen years. I have seen the shadow of the man sitting alone on the dragon throne late at night, and I have also seen the sky burning red with fire on the day the city was destroyed. This article does not comment on the rise or fall, but only describes what kind of person the emperor, who was nailed by the history books as "usurpation", was in the eyes of an ordinary person. Purpose: The cost of idealists transforming the world will ultimately be borne by the most ordinary people.