He always remembered that rainy night in his childhood when his biological mother died in front of his eyes, and he dared not forget it after so many years. Whether it was the splendid royal chariot canopy, the edicts that responded to hundreds of responses, or the Qiong Yao wine that was envied by everyone, he was always proud of himself. But people never knew that as he walked step by step, he lost more than just his youthful and innocent time. Everyone calls him Your Majesty, but no one understands that even though he is the emperor, there are people he cannot protect and there is nothing he can do about it.
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