You say that I am just your whim in this world, but you don't know that your whim has overturned my heart and my life.
You say that asking for such a thing as love is just adding trouble, but you don't know that I am willing to fall in love with you even if I have three thousand black hairs.
You say that what you want is the surrender of all sentient beings to you, but you don't know how much blood and tears I have shed for your ambition.
Above the splendid hall, all living beings are stepping on the feet, reaching the top of the world.
However, something seems to be missing.
Yes, you no longer follow me faithfully, you no longer smile and say you love me, you no longer appear in front of me.
But, why, why does my heart feel tearing pain.
In the harem, it is nothing more than some little tricks to compete for favor, how can it catch my eyes.
If it really offends me, I don't mind turning the three thousand beauties in the harem into three thousand lonely souls.
I just love your arrogant look. I have a harem of three thousand. If you are angry, just kill me.
Two countries, two emperors, two loves.
Identical people, loving two men tenaciously.
A charming and proud man, but he went through fire and water in order to promote the man he loved to the throne of God.
A man with cold ambitions, but for the sake of the man he loves, he is willing to stay by his side.
Two emperors.
A man born to be an emperor, loves the daughter of a general who is wearing armor and is arrogant.
The son of a prime minister fell in love with a charming brothel girl wearing a gauze.
When the identities are exchanged, the person who appears in front of you is no longer the person you love deeply.
What should be done, what can be done.