That day, he finally climbed to the highest peak of the country and looked at the vast land at his feet. He suddenly thought of the rabbit-like man who had been used by him. He couldn't help but smile brighter than the sun. However, he suddenly remembered that the rabbit-like man had been pushed away by him when he stepped onto the throne. Something seemed to be broken and missing in his heart. There was a dull pain in his heart. He got the country he wanted, but he lost him. The cold wind in March was blowing slightly, just like the weather when they first met. He stood at Xuanwu Gate and looked down at the world. He looked long and far into the distance, as if he saw the man who said softly under the fragrance of plum blossoms when they first met: "My name is Rong Zhiqing, Mu Zi Rong, Qingqinghe Shangzhi Zhiqing."