In the twenty-third year of Zhenguan, the life of a generation of emperors, Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty, came to an end.
There was no one around, and even the only palace maid had been driven away by him before. The dim light in the room made it difficult for the fifty-two-year-old emperor to see clearly the curtains in front of him. The moonlight outside was obscured by dark clouds from time to time. The change between light and darkness exposed some things hidden in the deepest place.
Only in this deserted and empty land could a generation of emperors allow themselves to become weak.
The aging voice seemed to be saying something. The last sorry word did not enter anyone's ears. A drop of turbid tears fell from the corner of the eye. The eyes were closed and never opened again...
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