In the world we see today, eighty-year-old dynasties have collapsed like grass and trees.
A dynasty that has lasted for three hundred years does not seek longevity.
The lanterns rose at dusk in the vast world of mortals, and the empress slowly climbed up to the nine-story pagoda. The mountains of scrolls on the table were already covered in dust. She waved her hand and raised the scroll of painting, and the snow-white paper flew in the air, and she didn't know who the person in the painting was.
The Kingdom of Heaven is glorious, and the mountains and rivers have spread over thousands of miles since then, but the painter has disappeared without a trace. She just sat alone in the cold and lonely Buddhist hall, closing her eyes blankly.
Therefore, the history recorded in the pile of papers is not the truth at all.