The saddest emperor in history, who can compare with him.
National hatred, family hatred. The flames of war spread all over the sky, and the birds were frightened, and the flowers burst into tears when they felt hopeless. There is only the contempt of the common people and the contempt of the countrymen.
He was once a high-ranking dictator, sitting on a luxurious golden dragon chair, looking indifferently at the thousands of kowtowing backs below.
Then he would stretch out his lazy arms and shout "flat body". The seemingly boundless robes stood up one after another, but they still looked so small.
He accepted the overwhelming calls of "Long Live", one wave after another. Like an unshakable stormy wave.
The love between children is long, and they are affected by troubled times. There are heroes in every generation, so how can we not recognize loneliness?
He would actually be a born king, but he was born in the wrong era. Who in the world would take him seriously?
Who will write him an eternal prophecy that will be passed down through the ages?