Stealing a Kingdom for a Beauty

In the ninth year of Yonghe, a great winter descended from the heavens. Floods and famine struck together, and thirty-six rebel kings rose up across the land. Han Zhao, a common-born youth, stood out and became the leader of the Han River region. Han Zhao had three women in his life and became emperor twice. Song Pingting was a two-legged sheep he rescued from someone else. Docile and quiet, she was both like a younger sister and a daughter to him. His dynasty crumbled, leaving him in disgrace and poverty. She carried him through the palace where countless bones lay scattered. She stood her ground with a blade in hand, shielding him from a multitude. Han Zhao suddenly realized that his little girl truly loved him. Not for his power, nor his looks. She simply loved him. From then on, he knelt at her feet. The land was picturesque, the realm magnificent. He founded the Song dynasty and gave it to his beloved, Song Pingting. P.S. I originally titled this story The Fisherman's Song. Then I thought of a more appealing and straightforward title, Stealing the Kingdom for My Beloved. But Han Zhao founded the kingdom, he didn't steal it, so the title doesn't quite fit. I still haven't found a suitable one... For now, it'll have to do. Theme: Don't use other people's mistakes to condemn the world and punish yourself. There will always be someone in this world who loves you.