Ten years ago, he was a drop in the ocean, a disciple living in seclusion in Wushan.
Ten years later, he was the emperor with more than ten thousand people and three thousand beauties.
Since ancient times, the emperor's family has been ruthless. Emperors should not be affectionate.
He originally thought that he and he were just childhood friendships and close friends after reuniting.
But after one accident after another, the impact on his soul made him dare not face his heart again.
He is afraid, he escapes, he deceives himself and others, he hurts others and hurts himself. Little did they know that the gears of fate had quietly started turning on when they met again.
He used friendship, mutual sympathy, and emotion to draw it into silk, and sealed the love tightly, then dyed it with responsibility for the people of the world, and then bandaged it with secular dogma. Finally, he turned the so-called morality into soil and sprinkled it thinly on the cocoon, burying it deep in his heart. He used these layers to bury himself, deceiving others, deceiving him, and deceiving himself.
And when he could no longer deceive himself, the gears of fate quietly turned again...