Emperor Wu of Han could only watch as the Qin Emperor, who had once roared, "You pack of little bastards," and seemed to be well into his rebellious youth, sat cross-legged on his desk, lazily flicking water droplets from his hand. He couldn't help wailing inwardly: Grandfather, great-grandfather, please stop splashing water all over the ministers' memorials! First the ministers suspected I'd fallen asleep with my face on the memorials, leaving behind all those water stains they called "saliva." Then my imperial sister smirked and teased me, "So my royal brother likes to [beep] on the table." Can someone tell me what I'm supposed to do?!!!
The above is a small excerpt from the story.
In truth, none of us can really know what history was like. We can only analyze what we are able to see. This story is just meant to provide some amusement in your spare time, so there's no need to take it too seriously O(∩_∩)O~~
Sister, sister, we are destined to be in the same destiny =-= It's hard to see how many people say this.