What I want to tell is the story of an emperor.
His childhood was very rough, but he only married one wife when he grew up. Therefore, he had only one queen in his harem.
He ascended the throne at the age of eighteen. What his father left to him was a country with chaotic government and declining national power.
Perhaps God took pity on him and finally gave him a moment of respite during his boyhood.
When they first met, he was not very happy with her. But after getting along for a long time, he gradually realized that he was more or less attracted to her. So he wanted to wait until she was older before committing himself to marrying her.
But unfortunately, when they met again, he had already married her as his wife.
After ten years of companionship, he didn't want to fail her, but he failed her in the end.
That night, she decided to leave, and he stayed there alone, with a trace of reluctance in his always cold eyes. The outstretched hand slowly lowered. After more than ten years, I just want to tell you, do you know that no matter how beautiful this country is, it will never be as beautiful as the pair of crescent moons on your smiling face when we first met...