After ten years on the throne, you passed on the throne and drank poison to your death.
You are laughing at yourself. You didn't expect that you would die like this.
And even when she closed her eyes, her gentle smile was in her mind.
If I had insisted on not allowing it and gave it a try, what would it be like now?
If I had had more courage at that time, looked into her tearful eyes, led her to escape, gave up everything and flew away, what would it be like now?
Regret, regret.
You finally shed tears and closed your eyes gently.
The promised hundred years turned out to be empty words.